Friday, July 31, 2015

Review: SHADOW OF DECEPTION (The Kazumi Chronicles #1) by Sophia L. Johnson @AuthorSLJ @DarkWorldBooks #Giveaway





SHADOW OF DECEPTION (The Kazumi Chronicles #1)
by Sophia L. Johnson
YA Dystopian/Sci-fi
Published on April 19th, 2015

BLURB
2153, Toronto, United Nation of North America (UNNA)

A horrific plane crash kills all five hundred and forty-two passengers except one. Kazumi emerges from the wreckage physically unscathed but has lost all her memories. Her miraculous survival has the whole city buzzing but all she wants is to go home, wherever home is.

After waiting a month in the hospital with no one to claim her, Kazumi is deemed homeless. She is about to be sent to a nearby teenage shelter when the nurse she grew to trust ushers her down a mysterious path, one that promises safety and maybe even the chance to recover her memories. With no better options available, Kazumi takes her chance and finds herself in the headquarters of the Sarcomeres, a secret society of genetically advanced humans hidden deep inside the Rocky Mountains. The Sarc’s heightened physical abilities and high-tech gadgets are not the only things that fascinate Kazumi. Finnegan O’Riley, a fellow Sarc she meets along the way also gets her heart racing. When Kazumi discovers that she possesses the genetic potential of a Sarcomere, she jumps at the chance to train with them, not knowing the death defying tests that are involved.

Meanwhile, a centuries-old nemesis of the Sarcomeres begins to stir in the dark, setting their dark plans in motion. Just when Kazumi thinks she can help protect her new found home, past memories surface to threaten her new identity. She soon realizes that layers of deception run deep and everyone has a secret agenda, including herself.

Who can she trust when she can’t even trust herself? One wrong decision could bring forth consequences worse than death.

All royalties made in the first year will go to a charity
called Covenant House, to help homeless youth.

EXCERPT

Despite my slower pace, we manage to put a good distance between us and the pursuing soldiers. The ruin that was once the train station is far behind us now.

Just when I think we are out of harm’s way, four dark figures emerge from the trees fifty feet ahead, blocking our path. Their faces are hooded by their purple robes.

Finn stops abruptly and I stumble forward. He tightens his grip on me so I don’t trip and fall.

What is it?” I gasp, feeling like a very large person is sitting on my chest.

Neuronics,” Finn says under his breath. “Stay close to me, don’t look them in the eye, and don’t believe anything you see. Use this when you have the chance.” He hands me a gun.

I don’t remember if I ever held a gun before, but it’s heavier than I thought. The cool and smooth metal is somewhat soothing against my hot and sweaty palm. There are red markings infused into its gleaming surface, just like the blades I saw back in the training hall. The lines and curves of the characters remind me of ancient runes. And the red ink inside seems to be moving, like a mini river flowing through a maze. This is his gun, not a stolen one from the soldiers like I thought.

Duck!” Finn pulls me to the ground as a massive tree trunk flies over our heads. I look up and see the four figures still standing at their original spot. Their hoods lowered, revealing their stern faces. All of them male.

I want to ask Finn where did that tree trunk come from but the blue soldiers have caught up to us from behind. Finn springs onto his feet and collides with the crowd of blue in a flash.

I hold up my gun with trembling hands, thinking I can help Finn clear out a few enemies. But the chaotic blur makes it difficult for me to aim. I shift my attention to the purple figures and they too have advanced closer.

Trying to steady my aim, I heedlessly stare into the eyes of one of the Neuronics and find myself immobilized by his intense gaze. No matter how hard I try to look away, my eyes will not comply. I begin to feel something invisible reaching into my mind, like tentacles creeping through my brain, scrutinizing my every brain cell.

NO!

Frantically, I drop the gun and clutch my head with both hands. I need to get these tentacles out of my head. But they are growing in number and are now in every orifice of my head.

AHH!. . . gross!

I can see their ends flailing from my nostrils. I grab onto one with my fingers and I pinch as hard as I can. But the damn thing won’t die. The feeling is horrible, like a sickening itch in my brain that I can never scratch.

The sensation intensifies. I drop to my knees with a piercing cry. “Get off me!” I scratch, squeeze, rake, and peel at every bit of tentacle that I can get my hands on. They are too slimy and quick. The terrible itch spreads down my neck, threatening to take over my whole body. I yank one tentacle out of my neck just before it creeps down to my chest, but three more take its place with a vengeance.

AHHHH . . .

My hands are furiously battling with the creatures when my knee bumps into something solid. Through the flailing limbs, I see the gun on the ground, the gun Finn told me to use when the time is right.

I grab the gun and press the cold barrel to my head. The agony is insufferable. I wrap a finger around the trigger, ready for my sweet relief.


MY REVIEW

I received a free copy of the book from the author for my honest opinion.

Shadow of Deception is about a young woman who is the sole survivor of a plane crash out of five hundred and forty two passengers. After she wakes up in the hospital she can't remember her name, where she is from, her parents or anything. Her memories start the moment she wakes up in the hospital. Not knowing what her name someone says she needs a name and starts calling her Gabi. She is ok with it and thinks Gabi is just as good a name as any. When she wakes up she over hears a couple of the nurses talking about her and they think she is a very special human being. They think that she may be a Sarcomere. Sarcomeres are human as well but they are just different than normal humans. They all have different talents, special powers or some are stronger and faster than regular humans.

The Sarcomeres take Gabi under their wings and try to help her in any way they can. They give her a home and food. They also try to teach her how to fight and defend herself. They are helping her because they are hoping that they can help her to get her memories back and they want to help her find out what her special talent is.

I loved the personalities of the characters that the author created in Shadow of Deception. Well take Gabi for instance she was a quick and faster learner. When her instructor Finn showed her how to do something it didn't usually take her too many tries to get it right. At first she was a little slow in picking it all up but when the time came and she needed it her body just took over and she let out the person she really was or did she?

The Sarcomeres was always training for a fight with the Neuronics. They were always fighting with the Neuronics because the Neuronics wanted to be the top dog. They wanted to be the best and be in control of the Sarcomeres, humans and whoever else was living nearby.
The Sarcomeres was always training for a fight with the Neuronics. They were always fighting with the Neuronics because the Neuronics wanted to be the top dog. They wanted to be the best and be in control of the Sarcomeres, humans and whoever else was living nearby.



ABOUT THE AUTHOR


With a degree in International Business Management, Sophia has worked in a major marketing firm where she realized the corporate world isn’t one she wants to be in.  She then made the switch into the healthcare industry as a Registered Massage Therapist by day and a writer by night.  She is now a Massage Therapy instructor and a published author living with her husband and daughter in Toronto.  Her go-to genres are science fiction, fantasy, and dystopian; or anything that sweeps her away into a foreign world that promises adventure.



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Cover Reveal: Suvi's Revenge (Rowan Sisters' Trilogy #3) Brenda Trim and Tami Julka @TrimandJulka @JGBookSolutions




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About the Authors:
Neither Brenda nor Tami grew up writing stories or dreaming of one day being authors but that changed when they shared a joint dream of creating a world to bring to life the stories of a group of dangerously handsome supernaturals.

Brenda is a Southern California girl who grew up in chaos, having ten siblings. Her mother is a brave, courageous woman who gave birth to a small village of children and has successfully battled advanced stage breast cancer for almost two years. Her parents did something right and taught Brenda how to persevere and accomplish whatever she set her mind to. Whether that was completing her bachelors and Masters degrees, or writing books, she is always up for a challenge.

Brenda survived the brutal murder of her first husband, John DeCaprio, at the hands of the children he was counseling to go on and help children in similar situations. Brenda remarried years later and now lives with her husband and their three fun-loving, energetic children. She loves running, reading, cooking, and Monster Energy drinks. And, Tami's margaritas!

Tami is a southern girl, born and raised in Georgia. She is married and has two boys, so needless to say, she is surrounded by testosterone. We are trying to bottle Tami's strength and positive outlook on life. It has helped her beat breast cancer and she is a proud three-year survivor. She loves reading paranormal romances, running at the lake near her home, watching college football (Go Dawgs!!!), and is always in search of the next best margarita.

Their life journeys led them both to Texas and one another. They fast became best friends and can always be found together. Whether it's lounging by the pool or writing steamy love scenes, they are frequently seen pissing themselves from laughter. It's embarrassing, really. But that's ok, life is good!!





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Title:  Suvi's Revenge
Series:  Rowan Sisters' Trilogy #3
Authors:   Brenda Trim and Tami Julka
Genre:  Paranormal Romance
Recommended Age:  18+

Synopsis:

Suvi is the youngest of the Rowan triplets, but prefers high heels to combat boots, and always choose the club over the battlefield. Unfortunately, if she isn't rebuilding the business she shares with her sisters, she's searching for their archenemy, Cele. Through all of the trials that Suvi and her sisters have been through with her sister's mates, Suvi believes they've done their part, and it's time for a celebration, but that isn't in the cards for her. Suvi has waited her entire life to meet her Fated Mate, the man who she is meant to spend the rest of her life with, but when she finally meets him, she isn't able to plan the party of the century. Instead, she and her sisters have seventy-two hours to investigate a murder, locate a rogue vampire and stop an evil witch from stealing their powers. Oh, and save her mate from a death sentence. She wants nothing more than to spend her days and nights in sensual oblivion with her vampire, but the clock is ticking, and her mate's life along with it.

Caine DuBray's world is upended when he wakes up next to a human female that has been drained dry. As the only vampire on scene, her death is immediately pinned on him. He believes he is innocent, but he can't recall the details of their date. Rather than executing him immediately, the Vampire King gives him three days to prove his innocence, and points him to the Rowan Sisters, notorious for their growing powers and talent. He discovers that one of the witches he is directed to is his Fated Mate and their passion sets him on fire, leaving him desperate for the chance to spend eternity with the sexy witch. Will they be able to save him, or will Suvi face eternity without her Fated Mate?

Excerpt:

A God stood before her. A male well above six feet tall with a firmly muscled body took up the entrance. He wasn't like most supernatural males either. Most were rugged and casual, preferring jeans and t-shirts. There were the exceptions and this male was one hell of an exception in his black two-piece suit that was tailored to his sculpted body like a work of art. His shaggy black hair didn't fit his attire as disheveled as it was, falling into his green eyes. 

The sensation of electricity rippling through her veins stunned Suvi. There was always a rush when she practiced magic, but this was so much more than that. She was captured by his gaze and her entire being woke to pay attention. She noticed the haggard look on his face as he loosened his blue pin-striped tie, walking into the store. The way he moved reminded her of a panther and she wanted desperately to be his prey.

"What's wrong with Suvi, daddy?" She heard Donovan ask and Braeden's chuckle.

"You'll understand some day, son. Come on. Let's go get some ice cream down the street." She heard the door sound again when Braeden and Donovan left but she didn't move, she couldn't, she was rooted to the spot.

Caught in an erotic trance, Suvi was aware that she was gawking and speechless. In her defense, any female would be in this male's presence. The touch of her sisters brought her out of it, and she blushed with her embarrassment.

"Are you the Rowan sisters?" The somber note to his deep voice had Suvi doing a double take and that's when she noted the haunted look to his gorgeous green eyes. She wondered what put that look there and oddly, she wanted to put a smile on his face and make that expression disappear.

Pema extended her hand. "Yes, we are. I'm Pema and these are my sisters, Isis and Suvi," she pointed to them in turn. "How can we help you?" Suvi noticed how Ronan had abandoned hanging shelves and come to stand directly behind Pema.

"I'm not sure where to begin and I don't even know if you can do anything." He seemed nervous and out of sorts and Suvi wanted to promise him she'd move heaven and earth to help him. "I'm Caine DuBray. Jace and Zander thought maybe you three could help me with this situation I have suddenly found myself in. It's a nightmare really." He paused and placed his hands in his pockets. She saw the muscles flexed in his neck from clenching his jaw tightly.

Suvi was inexplicably drawn to him and overcome with a fierce need to erase the shadows. She wanted to draw him into her arms and hold him tightly. She knew what would put a smile on his face and she was happy to oblige. Not that she was being entirely selfless given that she was pretty sure it would put a smile on hers, too.




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Thursday, July 30, 2015

Blog Tour: Forced to Remember by Samantha LaFantasie @SamLaFantasie @GCReading #Giveaway






Forced to Remember by Samantha LaFantasie
Series: Nepherium Novella Series #3
Genre: Adult, Fantasy

The weight of the world feels heavy on my shoulders. Desperation touches everything. Memories forgotten, truths untold. Humanity is threatened. Their safety granted in exchange for me. But I won't go without a fight.With strange occurrences taking place in the city, it's up to Elsa and her team to discover why. But an odd encounter at an abandoned warehouse leaves the team with more questions than answers. Just when the team least expects it, Alexander returns, and he's not alone or without demands: the world's safety in exchange for Elsa. They have only one week to decide while the world falls under Alexander's wrath and his powerful army of followers. Avalon seeks help from every Nepherium that can be spared and hope it will be enough to stop Alexander.


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About the Author
A Kansas native, Samantha LaFantasie spends her free time with her husband and three kids. Writing has always been a passion of hers, forgoing all other desires to devote to this one obsession, even though she often finds herself arguing with her characters through much of the process. She's primarily a fantasy writer but often feels pulled to genres such as sci-fi, romance, and others.
Among her writing credentials, a member of the Kansas Writer's Association and has authored works such as Heart Song (her debut novel) and Made to Forget.Samantha loves to take time to enjoy other activities such as photography and playing her favorite game of all time, Guild Wars 2.

Want more from Samantha? Keep up with her at any of her digital hangouts.



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Book Blast: Love & Ink Series By J.A. Howell @JenniferHowlz @GHBTours







Marks on my Skin
Love & Ink # 1
By- J.A. Howell
Genre- Erotica
Publication Date- March 15th, 2014
Published By- SideStreet Cookie Publishing

**Not for readers under the age of 18+. Contains language, explicit sex, and adult situations.**

Kieran Donovan has always been a doormat to the women in his life. Begging his wife not to leave after finding her in bed with not one-but five men-only provides further proof of that.

In need of an escape from an empty house and a broken heart, Kieran heads to Midtown to see his estranged brother, Liam. There he meets Shayne Wickham, Liam's best friend. Shayne's dark and sexy with a wild streak a mile long and a sexual appetite for things Kieran's never even dreamed of doing. But after an intense, and all too brief encounter, he's more than willing to learn. Despite the usual safeguards Shayne keeps around herself and her own wounded heart, she finds herself more than willing to show him the ropes…and the floggers…and the paddles.

Kieran's never seen himself as dominant in any aspect of his life. But when Shayne submits herself to him, it ignites an inner strength and hunger he never knew he had-and feelings Shayne didn't know she could have. So used to keeping others at an arm's length, the ease with which she finds herself trusting Kieran is both exciting and unsettling. Could Kieran be someone she could finally trust her heart to-or will he leave her scarred like everyone else?

Just another mark on her skin.

 

Book Tour: Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas by Celia Bonaduce @CeliaBonaduce @JaidisShaw #Giveaway




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Title: Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas
Author: Celia Bonaduce
Published: July 21st, 2015
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Women's Fiction

Synopsis: 

For champion professional knitter Dymphna Pearl, inheriting part of a sun-blasted ghost town in the Texas hill country isn't just unexpected, it's a little daunting. To earn a cash bequest that could change her life, she'll have to leave California to live in tiny, run-down Fat Chance for six months-with seven strangers. Impossible! Or is it?

Trading her sandals for cowboy boots, Dymphna dives into her new life with equal parts anxiety and excitement. After all, she's never felt quite at home in Santa Monica anyway. Maybe Fat Chance will be her second chance. But making it habitable is going take more than a lasso and Wild West spirit. With an opinionated buzzard overlooking the proceedings and mismatched strangers learning to become friends, Dymphna wonders if unlocking the secrets of her own heart is the way to strike real gold.

Excerpt from Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas
The man stopped about three feet in front of them. He didn't smile. He thrust out his chin at Thud.
"That your dog?" he asked.
"Yes," Professor Johnson said.
The man now thrust his chin at the WELCOME TO FAT CHANCE, TEXAS sign in Professor Johnson's hands.
"That's my sign," he said. 
Dymphna noticed the man had his right shoulder angled back at an unnatural angle. She wondered if there was something wrong with his arm, but as the fog started to clear, she saw that he was resting his fingertips on the butt of a gun. The gun was in a holster buckled across the man's hips. At a distance, the hostler had blended in with the loud board shorts, but as he got closer, there was no mistaking it.
The man suddenly whirled on the RV. He yelled out:
"Throw your weapons down and come out with your hands up."
"Sir, this RV is coming in from Los Angeles," Professor Johnson said. "We don't have weapons."
One of the windows opened slowly and a man's hand appeared, palm up. In the palm was resting a pistol. The hand dropped the gun to the ground as the door hissed open. 
Powderkeg came down the steps into the open with his hands locked over his head.
"Good Morning, Viet Nam," the old man said. "I know that gun."
As Powderkeg moved towards the side of the RV with his hands clasped over this head, another gun hit the dirt - this one a semi-automatic handgun in a dark gray and alarming pink - also hit the dirt. Old Bertha heaved herself down the stairs, glaring at the old man.
"A lady can't be too careful" she said, putting her hands in the air and moving towards Powderkeg.
A switchblade was next out the door, followed by a glowering Wally Wasabi.
"Dude," Wally said. "You suck."
"Move along, Sonny," the old man said. "And get those hands in the air."
"Whatever," Wally Wasabi said, but he moved down the RV with his hands up.
"How did they get all those weapons on their planes?" Dymphna whispered to Professor Johnson.
"You can put a switchblade in checked luggage," Professor Johnson whispered back. "And if you let TSA know you're bringing a firearm - ahead of time in writing and you have a permit - you can bring it in checked baggage, as well."
"Wow," Dymphna's voice was so soft she could barely hear it herself. "Who knew?"
"I did," the professor said. "And every TSA agent in America."


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About the Author:
Celia Bonaduce is an award-winning producer whose credits cover a lot of ground - everything from field-producing ABC's Extreme Makeover: Home Edition to writing for many of Nickelodeon's animated series, including Hey, Arnold and Chalkzone. If Celia Bonaduce's last name is any indication, she is proof that TV talent runs in the family.

An avid reader, entering the world of books has always been a lifelong ambition. She is the author of the Venice Beach Romances, including The Merchant of Venice Beach, A Comedy of Erinn, and Much Ado About Mother. The first book in her new series, Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas, releases in July 2015.

Giveaway Details:

There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:

  • A $50 Amazon gift card.
Giveaway is International.




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Book Blitz: Dating Wars (Federal Agent Chronicles Series #2) by Ravyn Rayne @BlushingRavyn @writeawaybliss @StarAnge13








Dating Wars
Federal Agent Chronicles Series #2
by Ravyn Rayne
Publication Date: July 6, 2015
Publisher: Blushing Books 


Synopsis

Finding love in all the wrong places.

When a serial rapist and murderer targets women on an online dating website, FBI Agent Leslie Hunter must pose as a potential match at a bar. How hard could it be? She's been dating online for years.

While undercover, Leslie meets a handsome gentleman. She can't tell Kevin her profession without ruining the investigation. How long can she keep this man out of danger without revealing she's an FBI Agent?

A taste of pole dancing, phone sex, and spankings combined with a lick of danger. A romantic erotica story that's sure to leave your heart racing and pleased afterwards. 

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Meet Ravyn Rayne

Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can't wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don't make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Book Release Blast: Resistance (Dolan Prophecies Series #1) By Allana Kephart & Melissa Simmons @MelandLanaWrite @GHBTours





Resistance
Dolan Prophecies Series #1
By- Allana Kephart & Melissa Simmons
Genre- New Adult Dark Fantasy/Dystopian
Publication Date- July 27th, 2015


The year 2102--the world as it was no longer exists. Ravaged by nuclear war and polluted almost to the point of no return, Earth was dying. When the faeries came and brought their healing magic, humanity was grateful at first. Centuries of damage repaired in just five years, and during the course of that rehabilitation, they invaded. Quietly overthrown, the human race is now enslaved. The majority doesn't even realize they have no free will. Branded, herded and kept only to further the agendas of the Fae Courts, humanity could be facing extinction.


But a resistance is coming…  

Fianna Dolan has spent her entire young life preparing herself for an uprising against the Fae. One scorching summer night Fi's parents leave and never return. Thrust into a position of power she never expected, Fi struggles with her new position and the responsibility it entails. When a secretive fae man known only as Flint breaches the city's defenses claiming he can help, Fi begins to doubt everything she's ever considered truth. As betrayals and deception come to light, will Fi want the answers she's been seeking, or will trusting Flint lead to her destruction?

   

Blog Tour & Giveaway - The Russian Guns Series by @BethanyKris @sparklebooktour




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Audience: Adult 18+, New Adult  - Genre: Contemporary romance with some suspense elements. - Format: E-book and Paperback




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The Arrangement  - The Russian Guns # 1

Pages: aprox. 319 pages - ISBN: 978-1-4405-8064-2 - ASIN: B00IPSCO6M - Date Published: March 17th, 2014
 

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Nothing will stop the Bratva mob boss from taking back what's his, and once he has her, he'll do anything to keep her...
Viviana "Vine" Carducci's and Anton Avdonin's marriage was decided more than two decades ago. The deal between leading mafia families has more on the line than anyone knew, even if the Bratva and Cosa Nostra shouldn't mix. When Vine's family is murdered and she's left with nothing more than her grief to survive the mob world alone, she believes the arrangement won't see the light of day.
Anton can't allow the one woman he was supposed to love get away. At the possibility of her death, he steps in to save her with guns blazing, knowing exactly what it might cost him: everything. But it's been nearly a decade since their last meeting, and he can't help but wonder if the woman he took back is the same girl he fell for all those years before.
Protected and loved, Vine is unable to forget their shared moments a lifetime ago, or the future she knows they're owed. When an old flame of Anton's shows up to rip the veil off the carefully constructed secrets he'd been hiding, she learns that nothing about her life is as it seems. But, that's nothing compared to the bomb about to blow. Can Vine see beyond the pain and blood to take what she always wanted? And just how far will the mob prince go to keep her safe?
In a world where violence, deceit, and greed reign, your life is not your own, and sometimes, love has to be arranged.
 

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“A marriage is only going to cause more issues. I’m worthless to the Bratva; you practically said so yourself.”
“No, you’re worth a great deal, especially if you’re married to me.”
But, why?
“You’re hiding something from me,” she realized, hurt that he was lying again, even if it was by omission. Viviana couldn’t decide which stung worse—that he didn’t trust her, or that he thought she didn’t deserve to know whatever it was. “What aren’t you saying?”
Anton looked stricken, fingers drumming a quick beat on his thighs. “I gave them my word. It was supposed to be them explaining this to you if they desired to—all the reasons and things that happened years ago. It’s not my story to tell, and I promised. My word is all I’m worth if you consider the way I live; without it, I have nothing.” Reaching out, he cupped a hand over her knee and ran it along the inside of her jittery leg. With his fingers moving so softly against her inner thigh, he pressed his fingertips close enough to her center to make Viviana throb with need. Murmuring, he said, “Can’t you try to trust me? Viviana, you know me … you do.”
She ignored his plea. “Who, Anton?” His fingers pressed harder at her words, grip tightening when Viviana refused to react to his motions. What she really wanted was more. So much more of his hands on her body, but she didn’t dare speak that out loud. “Was it my father, or Nicoli? Who?”
“I can’t answer that right now.” With that, he stood and held out a hand for her to take. “Come, I’ll get you back in bed for the evening. Let you rest and get the last of that sedative out of your system. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”
Too exhausted to argue, her palm met his. Anton’s lips touched down to Viviana’s fingers in a flutter of movement. She wouldn’t have noticed the quick kiss had she not felt the heat of his mouth brushing along her sensitive skin. She might as well have been sixteen and falling for him all over again.
Viviana couldn’t figure out if she was willing enough to let him do it. It didn’t help that she wasn’t all too sure if she knew this man anymore. Was he the same one she wanted all those years ago? Had his feelings remained the same nearly a decade later … was that even possible? Could someone want another that much?
What was even more frightening was that with his blue eyes watching, and his hand connected with hers, waiting, Anton still felt like hers.
Just like he always had.


 
 
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The Life - The Russian Guns # 2
 
Pages: aprox. 269 - ISBN: 978-0-9937797-0-1  - ASIN: B00MDWT0BI - Date Published: August 2nd, 2014 - Publisher: Bethany-Kris  - Editor: Elle Leigh
 

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The mafia life is a dangerous one revolving around honor, duty, and greed—a troublesome thing like love isn’t meant to play a part, but no one follows the rules.
Surrounded by men waiting for the Russian mob boss to show weakness, Anton Avdonin should have known showering affection so openly on his new bride wasn’t a good idea. Of course, that didn’t stop him. When Anton’s wife begins attracting unwanted attention from an unknown source, he’s determined to find out just who is playing the risky game and put a stop to it by whatever means necessary.
From a Cosa Nostra princess to a Bratva queen, Viviana “Vine” Avdonin was made for the life. Pregnant, safe, and loved, she’s more than happy to move on from the history that haunts her to start out fresh. Then again, someone else has other plans. Old rivals from the past and bad blood from the present have mixed in the worst way, threatening to take away the things Viviana loves the very most. No matter what, she can’t let that happen.
Both Viviana and Anton know there’s only one way this can all end and it’s up to them to do it. But, who is behind the veiled threats and personal attacks, and how far are they willing to go to get what they want? When the truth finally surfaces, the consequences will be devastating and no one could have seen it coming.
In a life where everybody plays for keeps and no one fights fair, one mistake might cost them everything.
 

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“My God. You know there’s nothing there, right? Her and me, I mean. That’s not … It’s just not there, baby. You don’t have to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, Anton.” Strangely, he believed her. Viviana shrugged under the weight of his arm resting around her shoulders. “Why should I be … of Tatiana? I have exactly what she doesn’t. Everything she thought should have been hers is mine. I have your life, your son, and your love. Even if she was nothing more than your whore, which she isn’t, she still wouldn’t have any of those things. So no, I’m not jealous of that girl. On the other hand, I do wonder if she is envious of me.”
“I have no doubt of that.”
Viviana sighed. “Exactly. Tatiana has defied her father, you, and God knows how many others just to hurt me once. That was before we were married, before Demyan, and she only managed to sling words. This time might be different. At this dinner, she’s going to see me pregnant, happy, and protected, all because of you. Again, all that she doesn’t have and everything she wanted. So it brings me back to safety, I guess. You made it clear you don’t want her in any way so would she hurt me, or worse your baby, because of her resentment? Is she that crazy over you?”
Anton stayed silent, letting his wife’s words sink in as he considered them. It wasn’t that what she said didn’t make sense, because it did, but he wondered why Viviana had asked for Tatiana’s presence at all.
“You asked for her to be there, Vine. If you were worried about all of this, why ask at all?”
“I also asked for no guns.”
“And I’ll make sure that’s adhered to as best I can,” Anton said, still feeling confused. “You won’t take a step into any establishment unless it is weapon free.”
Viviana felt tense in his arms. “You don’t need a gun to kill someone.”
“She won’t have any chance to be alone with you.”
“I know.”
“Then what?” Anton asked.
“I want this done,” she said so low he strained to hear. “Put an end to it, however you have to. I don’t want to worry about her or her goddamned family after it’s over. I don’t want to think if she can’t hurt me, she’ll go to the next best thing.”
“You’re worried she’ll try to hurt Demyan.”
“Or you. To me, that’s just as bad.”
“You know that’d never—”
“No, I don’t,” Viviana interrupted coolly. “But if I didn’t have them to worry about, it’d be one less thing for me to consider.”
It was only then that her hidden meanings were starting to dawn on Anton. Viviana never asked him for anything in regards to business. She didn’t like to have her hands in his pots, so to speak. This was entirely different, especially if she was asking what he thought she was asking.
“Come on, Vine …”
“I want it done,” she repeated thickly. “Please.”
“On your head, though? You want that on your mind, bloodying up your hands, too?”
“Please?”
“Stop it,” Anton said, practically spitting the words. “Fuck, just don’t say that shit. I’ll handle it.”
“Before or after one of us is dead?”


 
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The Score -  Series: The Russian Guns # 3
 
Pages: aprox. 265 pages - ISBN: 978-0-9937797-1-8  - ASIN: B00OVPD746 - Date Published: October 27th, 2014  - Publisher: Bethany-Kris - Editor: Elle Leigh
 

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In the mess of love and life, nothing and no one is left untouched.
After everything the Russian mob boss Anton Avdonin has done to keep his family safe from the dangers of the world surrounding them, he never thought it would come down to this. The officials are knocking, the charges are piling, his wife is hurting, and they’re facing a fate he never thought to consider. He didn’t just make one mistake … no, he made many. It’s time to answer for them all.
Viviana “Vine” Avdonin is stuck watching the life she adores crumble around her. Bad decisions have led to terrible consequences in more ways than one. She doesn’t have time to recover from one devastating tragedy that leaves her shattered before the next one is crushing down, too. Saving her husband from a life sentence might be the easiest thing she has to do when her own misdeeds are staring her in the face.
Together, Anton and Viviana have survived more than once, but this path will be by far, the hardest they’ve ever walked. Sometimes they have to walk it alone … because forgiveness isn’t always black and white and love can be blurred by pain. With the blissful ignorance gone and the blinders removed, how much of themselves will they have to sacrifice to come out on top one last time?
When everyone has a score to settle, it’s hard to notice the person causing the most heartache is the one staring back in the mirror.
 

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Anton flinched, disgust filling him to the brim. This whole situation was horrible, and he felt dirty with ten grimy fingers pointing straight at his guilty chest.
“Well, aside from firing her, there’s not much I can—”
Anton didn’t get to finish his sentence. A loud bang and shouted orders rang out in the downstairs of the club. The tinkling sounds of canisters popping along the empty floor echoed up to their spot. There was no denying what was happening downstairs.
“Fuck,” Ivan muttered.
Instantly, Anton was off his office chair, ignoring the gun he knew was in the desk, and the information of a shipment, never mind the laptop he should have tried to somehow destroy. No, instead, the only thing he could think of was the little boy on the floor with wide blue eyes and terrified, reaching for his father.
“Papa?” Demyan cried.
“Shhh, little man,” Anton whispered.
In his arms, he held his son tighter and turned his back to the door of the office. It seemed like only milliseconds, but his mind was running a million miles a minute. Anton couldn’t begin to understand why the officials would be raiding his club. His guys certainly hadn’t been given any indication and they’d all been pretty quiet.
Demyan’s shaking increased as the shouts down below became louder. “It’s okay, Demyan, it’s okay. Papa’s here.”
The sounds of a dozen or more pairs of boots pounding up the metal staircase ratcheted up Anton’s nerves to a breaking point.
“Anton …” Ivan started to say. “Anton, give me your son!”
The hardest thing Anton ever had to do, next to walking out of his house that morning knowing his wife’s heart was breaking, was hand his trembling, scared, and crying son off to another man. It was safer for Demyan, though.
No doubt, they weren’t there for Ivan.
Anton watched Ivan curl a fighting Demyan into his chest as he got to his knees on the floor and automatically put his hands behind his head. The less threatening he seemed at their entrance, the less likely they were to cause him harm, never mind his son seeing it.
“Demyan, it’s okay,” Anton repeated when the first kick to the door landed with a solid thump. The second and third only followed louder, harder. “Hide his face, Ivan!”
When the door finally broke, it wasn’t a second before Anton found himself face down on the floor, his son’s cries overtaking all other sounds. Cuffs tightened around his wrists to an almost painful point, but Anton refused to show it. A boot landed hard between his shoulder blades, keeping him pinned to the floor even though he wasn’t fighting.
“Papa!”
“Anton Daniil Avdonin, you’re under arrest for the murder of Sonny Carducci, Tatiana Belov, Sergei Belov …”


 
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Demyan & Ana: A Russian Guns Novella
The Russian Guns # 4
 
Pages: aprox. 122 pages - ISBN: 9780993779732 - ASIN: B00TXCSXEG - Date Published: March 2nd, 2015  - Publisher: Bethany-Kris  - Editor: Elle Leigh

 

 

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Demyan and Ana have lived in privilege and protection as the children of Anton and Viviana Avdonin. With a Russian mob boss for a father and a mafia queen for a mother, they’ve got big shoes to fill. Love and life are messy games to play, especially when you’re new at it.
An attack on one Avdonin will leave the family stunned and hurting. Their retribution is brutal, but the repercussions for their revenge will be even more devastating. Because when blood is spilled in their world, more must fall, too.
No one is safe. They have always been formidable—unstoppable. But they are not bulletproof.
Giving all of your heart to one person means running the risk of losing it when life comes crashing down. A happily ever after is just beyond their grasps.
One will get theirs.
And the other won’t.
A Russian Guns Novella, Prequel to Shattered
 

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It’s one thing to have a mob boss for a father. It’s an entirely different thing to have Anton Avdonin for a father.
“Are you ever going to marry that girl?” Anton asked, nodding in Gia’s direction.
Gia laughed with Demyan’s mother. About what, he didn’t know. She looked happy and carefree.
“You’re twenty-five. She’s twenty-six. You’re almost done with school, she already is and working. Not to mention you’re living together. Shit, you might as well be married, son. Just get it done with already.”
Demyan cocked a brow over the top of his beer bottle. “Get it done with?”
“Well, what the fuck else do you want me to say? It’s not like you’re making any damn effort to do it on your own.”
Lifting a single shoulder in response, Demyan tipped the bottle up and swallowed a mouthful of the amber colored, bitter liquid.
“You’ve been in love with her forever. I wish you would make it official.”
Demyan rolled his eyes. “It’s not any less official just because we don’t have rings and a signed marriage license. We’re happy like this. She’s really independent. I don’t know if she will ever want to get married.”
“Have you even proposed?” Anton asked pointedly. “How would you know if you don’t?”
“You assume I haven’t.”
“If you asked Ivan for his daughter’s hand like a good man, I would be the first person he called after.”
Goddamn it. Sometimes it sucked to have his father be such close friends with Gia’s father. Between the two of them, nothing flew under their mutual radars. It had been like this since Gia and Demyan were teenagers.
“You don’t understand. I’m not going to ask Ivan for something Gia doesn’t want yet, Papa.”
Anton’s brow crinkled. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I’d marry her in a heartbeat. Like first thing tomorrow morning at the courthouse if she would let me.”
“Why won’t she?”
Demyan didn’t know.
“Is it the Bratva thing again?” Anton asked.
“No, I don’t think so. We don’t talk about that at all.”
“Nothing?”
“Nope,” Demyan said simply. “It’s easier this way.”
“So, fact is, that could be precisely why, but you don’t know because you won’t ask.”
Demyan hated when his father made sense. “I love her, Papa.”
“I know you do.”
“Exactly. And if being together like we are is what makes her happy, I don’t need more. I won’t push her for more, either. She doesn’t like that I’m Vor, so I don’t make a point of shoving it in her face. It’s only a small piece of us, but not all. I’m going to keep my focus on the better parts.”
“Fair enough,” Anton said, but his smile didn’t ring true. “And when were you planning on telling me, anyway? Or at least, your mother.”
“Tell you what?”
“That Gia’s pregnant.”


 
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Shattered - The Russian Guns # 5
 
Pages: Full length novel – 100k  - ISBN: 978-0-9937797-6-3 - Date Published: July 2nd, 2015
 
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“Don’t fall in love with me. I ruin beautiful things.”
Love made him this way, but life makes him stay.
Life doesn’t give a redo. There’s no rewind or pause button to take you back or stop time. Once something happens, it happened. The most tragic of those times in his life, the ones he wouldn’t get back and the moments he could never fix, reminded Demyan Avdonin of a bullet meeting glass.
The impact of the bullet doesn't break the glass into pieces, but instead, leaves behind a single hole surrounded by a spider web of cracks. Fragile cracks that, when handled with the utmost care, would splinter into shards of what used to be.
Demyan thought he had been broken beyond repair once, four long years ago.
He was wrong.
She touched the glass, unknowing of the cracks holding him together. These are the broken pieces of a shattered man and the woman who made him live.
Life made him this way, but love makes him stay.
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Something was happening to him, and it was because of her. He was letting it happen because he liked the way she got under his skin, made him think, and forced him to feel. Even if it wasn’t always fucking pretty.
Demyan wasn’t sure how he felt about that other than the fact he didn’t want to think about it at all. Hooking up was one thing, but acting cozy was completely different and not what he should want.
“Demyan—”
“Don’t,” he forced out.
“But—”
Demyan turned on his heel, a hand flying up in the air to stop her from saying another thing. He made a swift beeline for the front door, grabbing his jacket off the back of the couch where he tossed it the night before.
“Demyan!”
At the front door, he tugged on his coat before yanking on his shoes.
“Demyan, please just wait a second,” Claire pleaded. “Please!”
Her cry sliced him straight down to the fucking bone. Like it ached in his heart because he was the one making her hurt. She was just feet away from him. Christ, he could reach out and touch her, soothe her if he wanted, but he couldn’t.
“Don’t do that,” Demyan said sharply, standing straight and trying to force back the rising anxiety and anger.
Claire snapped away from him as if he’d stuck out at her with his hand. “Do what?”
“That.”
“I don’t understand wh—”
Demyan waved at her. “That right there. This can’t be something. We can’t be something. Don’t do that.”
“Demyan, you’re freaking out over nothing.”
No, he wasn’t.
There were tears in her eyes. They weren’t falling, but they were there. She was hurt by his rejection, and he didn’t know how to handle what was going on inside his head and heart. So, it was pretty goddamn simple for Demyan. He needed to stop whatever this was before it went any further. Straight for the kill, like any good monster would do.
“Don’t fall in love with me. I ruin beautiful things.”
Claire flinched. “Why would you say that?”
“You can’t fall in love with someone like me and you certainly can’t afford to believe there’s something here or that you can make me better again. I am broken—unobtainable and unfixable. I don’t need a fucking martyr in my life. I’ve got enough of those as it is.”
“Ouch.”
“Just … don’t.”
“Fall in love with you.”
“Exactly,” Demyan muttered.
“Why would you say that?” she repeated.
Wasn’t it obvious?
“Claire—”
“Why would you tell me not to fall in love with you and then in the next sentence, call me beautiful?”
Because she was.


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Music is often the biggest inspiration to me as a writer. The following songs were the most influential for background and emotion in The Russian Guns series. I hope you enjoy the playlist for the series as much as I enjoyed listening to them as I wrote.





AUTHOR INTERVIEW

What inspired you to write The Russian Guns series?
It began with a dream I had about a Russian man named Anton. That was all I knew about him and since I had an interest in organized crime and was going research for my own enjoyment, I decided to take Anton in that direction. The Russian Guns was born from that.
When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I’m a late bloomer to the writing game. I started writing around 17-18 and began publishing at 22.
What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?
I can remember reading very young—five or six, maybe. It was a nice escape for a younger me.
What genre of books do you enjoy reading?
All kinds. Every kind as long as it keeps my interest. Words fascinate me, they always have.
What is your favorite book?
VC Andrews’ Flowers in the Attic. It has always been my favorite book. I own three different editions of it, including a first edition.
You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?
Aha, see above. VC Andrews is mostly certainly mine. She was taboo for me as a teen. I loved that. It’s definitely stuck with me for a long time and had some kind of influence on my writing choices now.
If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?
The roaring twenties. There’s something about that time that intrigues me. Bootleggers, a speakeasy or two, and mobsters.
When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?
Writing comes easy once I know where I am. It’s the first 10k, maybe 20k of a book where I’m not sure about anything. It’s very much like letting my mind open to the story and the flow. I just write until I know for certain where I am, what I’m doing, and what needs to happen. Once I’m there, it’s smooth sailing.
Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?
I do. Three dogs—two big ones and a small Pomeranian/Poodle. Thunder, Copper, and Skip. And one cat named CatCat.
What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?
Give me pizza, a burger, or poutine to make me happy. Seriously, that’s the kind of girl I am.
Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?

Work hard and don’t give up. It’ll be worth it in the end. 
 
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about the author
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three very young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, a snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something ... when she can find the time.


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