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Release Blitz: ‘Dear Captor’ by Liz Lovelock


Title: Dear Captor
Series: Letters in Blood #1
Author: Liz Lovelock
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Release Date: September 20, 2017



Dear Captor,

You’ve stolen me.
You’ve spilled my blood.
You’ve brought me pain.
But what you’re yet to realize… I’m a fighter.
I’ve been broken before.
I’ve even at one point lost the will to live.
So now you know… this information I gift to you.
I’m ready for you, so do your worst.



**Dear Captor explores themes that may be considered triggers for some**


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What’s in a name?

Usually, parents name their children with a special kind of love in their hearts. Not mine though. They didn’t want me, or at least, that’s what they kept telling me. They only ever wanted to inflict pain. I was nobody until the woman next door gave me the lovely name Elenore. She cared for me when my own parents didn’t or wouldn’t.

Every single day I wished to be taken away from what I endured. Anywhere would have been good. I would have sold my soul to the devil himself back then, and I’d willingly do it now. Give my living essence to breathe, to live on. My entire childhood was a survival story, and now I have another.

So much blood. Everywhere I look, there are dark pools of solidified blood stuck to the walls, the floor—my entire cell is covered. The girls who came before me are no more. Their stories are over. It was gruesome, the stuff of your nightmares.

Not me, though—he kept me.

One letter changed my destiny of certain death. It was never in me to give up easily. I’ve always been a fighter. He never saw me coming, and he never knew my strength. He was not what I expected either.

His strength.

His calmness.

Or his kindness.

He was my captor . . .


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Author Bio
Liz is from bright and sunny Queensland, Australia. She has always been a reader. When she was little, she’d be up late reading Garfield and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When Liz hit high school, they gave her Tomorrow When the War Began by John Marsden, and from there her love of books continued to grow.

Liz keeps a notebook and pen beside her bed for when those late-night ideas pop into her head, plus she’s a stationery addict and loves pens, notebooks, and, well, anything stationery.

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Release Blitz: ‘Emboozlement’ by Rich Leder

Title: Emboozlment – McCall & Company

Author: Rich Leder

Genre: Thriller / Suspense / Noir

Release Date: 17th September 2017





PI Kate McCall was warned to stay home, stay put, and stay out of NYPD business. But someone is killing Lowry Lowe lawyers, and Kate is sure her father’s murderer is pulling the trigger. At the same time, former Major League relief pitcher Steve “Blue” Stark wants her to catch the crook embezzling big bucks from his West Side sports bar.

Kate can’t help but get in the game.

The problem is the killer is cluing her in before murdering each lawyer and she’s falling for Blue as fast as he’s becoming her prime suspect.

Can Kate and her crackpot crew catch her father’s killer before all the lawyers are dead? And will she find real love with dreamboat Blue? Or will she have to lock him up for stealing his own money?

If she comes through the kidnappings, she might beat the odds.


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“Let me paint you a theatrical picture, McCall,” Logan said, “so your half-baked, off-off-off-off-Broadway brain can somehow wrap itself around these particular, fucked-up fences that you yourself have no doubt constructed.”

If you turned to crusty, son-of-a-bitch cop in the dictionary, Logan’s mug would be looking back at you. He was in his late fifties and had been a homicide detective for three decades. He was five foot ten and fit for a man his age or ten years younger. My acting career annoyed him almost as much as my PI career, though plenty of other things annoyed him too, so in some ways I was just another name on his shit list. I’d been on that list since the first day we’d met. I’d slipped off it a couple of times, but had always found my way back. Now that I had committed to being a PI, I was on the list for good.

My permanent position was secured by the fact I had promised him I was “all done investigating any damn thing in New York” and then kept right on investigating damn things in New York. I’d meant the promise when I’d made it, but as Jimmy had said to me more than once, Some promises you cant keep until later.

This was one of those promises.

“The curtain opens as I arrive at Lowry Lowe,” Logan said, “and tell the partners someone in their dipshit divorce factory is going to get murdered at the end of the week by a serial corporate killer for hire whose calling card is he shoots your goddamn eyes out after he murders you. How am I doing so far?”

“Born playwright.”

“The partners ask me how in the hell I know this information, as in what gives me the right to scare the crap out of everyone in sight, meaning right at the top of the first act is where the play runs off the rails. See where I’m going?”

“Page one rewrite.”

“I tell the partners I heard it from an actor who thinks she’s a private investigator because she inherited her father’s PI business after he was murdered and shot in the eyes ten whole fucking weeks ago. Half the time, I tell the partners, the actor can’t tell her ass from her elbow, and the other half I’m arresting her for idiocy beyond the pale.”

“I can tell my ass from my elbow two-thirds of the time at least.”

He’d reminded me of my father more than once, Logan had, including right then. Jimmy had spent a good deal of his life frustrated by my life. Frustration that sounded like, Jesus Christ, Katie, does your brain not work at all? which is a question he’d asked me daily since I was sixteen. Truth be told, I’d asked myself the same question a ton of times too.

But Jimmy had never given up on me, even when he probably should have, and he’d listened to me more than he’d ever admit, even when he probably shouldn’t have.

The same was true of Logan.

“‘How does the actor know this?’, the partners ask me,” Logan said. “And I reply, ‘Voodoo, the eclipse of the moon, and the wind in the willows.’”

“Yes, the last one, tell them that, the wind in the willows.”

He sat back, shook his head in disbelief like Jimmy used to do, gestured at his desk, and said, “Can you see my mountain of paperwork?”

“They can see your mountain from the Mount Airy Lodge.”

Logan’s desk would one day be in the Smithsonian or maybe Ripley’s. Every kind of paper possible was scribbled with names and addresses and phone numbers and chicken-scratch notes and was haphazardly piled higher and higher until it looked like the Poconos, with valleys that exposed a corner of his phone here, the edge of his old-school Royal typewriter there. He had multiple Rolodexes so jam-packed the cards randomly popped off the rolls in futile attempts to escape suffocation. Logan would grab the offenders and shove them back in place without a second thought.

I was like one of those cards.

“These are homicides ranging in temperature from hot to cold, ranging in age from four o’fucking clock this morning to a lifetime ago,” Logan said. “The reason they remain on my desk instead of in some faraway file cabinet is that they—each and every one—have a source, a justification for me to insert myself in the downward-spiraling circumstances. Without a source, I cannot walk into a law firm that chews married people to pieces and spits out divorcees and announce that murder is on their menu.”

“I’m your source.”

“You are not my source. You are my painful reminder that morons make law enforcement harder than it has to be. The laws of logic prohibit me from opening an investigation based on the premonition of a reckless actor who I have arrested on multiple occasions. ‘The sky is falling’ is not how NYPD Homicide conducts business. How do you know Lowry Lowe is the next name on the list?”

This is where the private investigator thing got tricky for me. How much of the truth is too much? I thought. And how soon do you put it in play?

“Someone told me,” I said, deciding that amount of truth at that moment was plenty for now.


“I don’t know him.” It was mostly true. I knew it was the killer, but I had no idea who the killer was. “An anonymous source.”

“So an anonymous source you don’t know called you out of thin air and said, ‘I was going through my address book and came across your name and thought you might like to know the next pair of eyes going to be shot to shit.’”



“He texted me.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. Three decades of investigating murders in Manhattan had imbued him with radar that could read the dimmest light of truth in a pitch-black tunnel of bullshit and vice versa. I had not lied to him about Harriman, I had not lied to him about the Industrial Douchebag, and I was not lying now. I wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but we were only dating. We weren’t married or anything.

“Did you text the anonymous source back?” Logan said.

“Yes, I did.”

“What did you say?”

“I told him I was going to the police.” Total lie, I admit. But I had kept part of my word, which was better than keeping none of it. The point is the ball was in Logan’s court now.

“You’re not going to tell me his number, are you?” Logan said.

“He’s my source, Logan, and he’s kind of jumpy. If you start messaging him, he’ll stop talking to me. I’m your best bet here,” I said, and I pushed back from Harriman’s desk and stood up.

“I don’t want you anywhere near Lowry Lowe. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“You don’t want me anywhere near Lowry Lowe.”

“And I want every text he sends you and every reply you send him. Every one.”

“Anything else?”

He opened a desk drawer and removed my father’s Colt—my Colt.

“I retrieved your gun from the Weehawken Police Department, and I am returning it to you,” Logan said, placing it on top of the chaos that covered his desk. “I am not doing this because we are friends.”

“We’re not friends?” I said. I didn’t reach for the gun because his hand was still on it, meaning he was giving it to me, yes, but not quite yet.

“Not even during my nightmares, in which you are often the star. I’m doing this because you will not listen to a word I’ve said. You will instead continue to investigate your father’s murder, putting your life at grave risk. If something were to happen to you—dismemberment, for instance, or death, more likely—and it was intimated that having your gun might have somehow saved your sorry ass, then I would be plagued by your absence, though your absence is what I hope for on a daily basis.”

He handed me the Colt, and I could hear, not see, the smallest smile in his voice, and I thought, Just like Jimmy.

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About the Author:


Rich Leder has been a working writer for more than two decades. His screen credits include 18 produced television films for CBS, Lifetime, and Hallmark, feature films for Paramount Pictures, Tri-Star Pictures, and Left Bank Films, and four novels for Laugh Riot Press.

He has been the lead singer in a Detroit rock band, a restaurateur, a Little League coach, an indie film director, a literacy tutor, a magazine editor, a screenwriting coach, a PTA board member, a commercial real estate agent, and a visiting artist for the University of North Carolina Wilmington Film Studies Department, among other things, all of which, it turns out, was grist for the mill. He resides on the North Carolina coast with his awesome wife, Lulu, and is sustained by the visits home of their three children.


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Author Interview: ‘Mr Either/Or’ by Aaron Poochigian

About the Book:

Aaron Poochigian’s Mr. Either/Or is an ingenious debut, a verse novel melding American mythology, noir thriller, and classical epic into gritty rhythms, foreboding overtones, and groovy jams surrounding the reader in a surreal atmosphere. Imagine Byron’s Don Juan on a high-stakes romp through a Raymond Chandler novel. Think Hamlet in Manhattan with a license to kill.

Aaron Poochigian earned a PhD in Classics from the University of Minnesota and an MFA in Poetry from Columbia University. His book of translations from Sappho, Stung With Love, was published in 2009. The Cosmic Purr, a book of original poetry, was published in 2012.

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1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?

In high-school I was all about music—my band, musical theory, songwriting—but as soon as I took a poetry class in college, the rhythms and sounds of language re-focused my creative impulses. I had a sort of religious experience during my Freshman year. I was reading the opening lines of Vergil’s Aeneid in Latin—Arma virumqute cano. . . Though I didn’t know the language, I was so moved that the sky became brighter and everything became clear: I should learn the Classical Languages and spend the rest of my life writing poetry. That’s what I have done. No regrets. I guess I’m lucky in that I never had a phase when I didn’t know what I was going to do with my life.

2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?

I write best in the morning at my favorite coffee shop. My mind is at its loosest and most open. The sentences arise on their own without any effort on my part. Writing full-time, I often have to push through afternoon doldrums with lots of caffeine and sugar. Sometimes evenings are productive for me as well but, ah, what would I do without those fertile mornings?

Yes, the words come easy sometimes but, of course, they often do not. Here’s some advice for writers—if you are committed, make yourself do it, even if you aren’t in the mood. Treat writing as an obligation, like any other job. You have to put your hours in. Breakthroughs can happen at any time, even during the dull, slow afternoon hours—don’t lose your chance to have one.

3: Where do your ideas come from?

A good question. Where do my ideas come from? Out of my curious mind and out of all that I have read, yes, those and out of daily experiences—the doppler sound of traffic passing in front of my house, the sheen the barista’s mop leaves on the floor at the coffee shop, out of the crazy junk in my backyard and backlot, out of the many, many places I have lived. You’ve got these lines from Yeats’ “The Circus Animals’ Desertion” running through my head:

A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder’s gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

4: Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?

When writing poetry, I usually let the poem crystallize around phrases and rhythms I have put in a word.doc. I just play around until something happens. “Mr. Either/Or,” however, is narrative, so I took the time to story-board the entire plot. I then created one word.doc for each plot event and allowed myself to go crazy creatively in each file, so long as I also narrated that one plot event. I then fitted all the files together into the whole narrative and polished the transitions. That way, I found I was able to get the story told while still giving myself freedom for creativity.

5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?

“Mr. Either/Or” brings together all of my great loves—epic poetry, genre fiction (noir and thriller), action films and Americana. I really don’t know what to call it—sometimes I call it a thriller, sometimes urban fantasy, sometimes an epic poem. I guess I see “Mr. Either/Or” as reviving the genre of the verse adventure-story (à la Homer’s Odyssey and Byron’s Don Juan). It alternates between free-rhymed iambic pentameter and the pounding alliterative verse of Beowulf, so that the poetic rhythms cue the action like the soundtrack to a film. Yes, the book has its own soundtrack built in.

6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?

For the hero, “you,” Zach Berzinski superspy, Chris Pratt, who plays Star-Lord in the “Guardians of the Galaxy” movies, would be perfect. I would love to see Lynn Chen from “Saving Face” playing the heroine Li-ling Levine. And, oh, for the old spy “handler,” Zero Zero One, please, please give me Jonathan Lithgow.

7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?

I do spend more time writing than reading nowadays. I’m trying to break myself of my habit of simply re-reading my favorite poets and writers—W.B. Yeats, W.H. Auden, Raymond Chandler, P.G. Wodehouse. I find myself returning to their books as if they were so many Bibles to guide my career.

8: What book/s are you reading at present?

This week I am reading “Portnoy’s Complaint” by Philip Roth and a poetry collection by Adrianne Rich. I would be reading the new Jack Reacher novel by Lee Child (love that series) but I am cheap and thus waiting for it to come out in paperback.

9: What is your favourite book and why?

My favorite novel is Thomas Pynchon’s “The Crying of Lot 49.” It was another major model for “Mr. Either/Or.” It taught me that the needs of the plot need not restrict wild creativity. The writer should never be merely telling the story—he/she should do that, of course, and do it well but always at the same time be enjoying him/herself creatively. Pynchon’s novel is a mad whirlwind of a thing, a boundless conspiracy theory. I highly recommend it.

10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?

I’m afraid that I won’t be able to give anything more than boilerplate advice: craft, craft, craft. Work, work, work. Force yourself to know boring subjects like grammar backwards and forwards, so well, in fact, that you don’t have to think about them any longer. The time you spend early on studying grammar, for example, will pay off down the line, I promise, by making you a clearer and more efficient writer. Preachy, boring advice, I know, but it’s sincere as Hell.

11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?  

I’m big on Facebook—I have 5,000 friends and quite a few people following me. Facebook has been very good at fostering literary communities at the local and national levels. It’s also a good place to learn about events such as readings and giveaways. I have even gotten in the habit of posting my most topical new poems on Facebook—my profile page has become its own literary venue.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/aaron.poochigian

Website: www.mreitheror.com

About the Author:

Aaron Poochigian earned a Ph.D. in Classics from the University of Minnesota in 2006 and an M.F.A. in Poetry from Columbia University in 2016. His book of translations from Sappho, Stung With Love, was published by Penguin Classics in 2009, and a translation of Apollonius’ Jason and the Argonauts was released October 2014. For this work in translation he was awarded a 2010-2011 grant by the National Endowment for the Arts. The Cosmic Purr, (Able Muse Press), a book of original poetry was published in 2012, and many of the poems in it collectively won the New England Poetry Club’s Daniel Varoujan Prize. Poochigian’s work has appeared in such journals as The GuardianPoems Out Loud and POETRY.

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Book Review: ‘Acadia’s Law’ by Tracy Ellen

Title: Acadia’s Law (Undying Love Series Book 1)

Published: 20th July 2014

Author: Tracy Ellen

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Except Acadia King has no intentions of dying soon for a man or anything else.

Rave reviews for Acadia’s Law, Book One in the Undying Love Series, a paranormal/science fiction/ horror/apocalyptic-romance you won’t want to miss!

Rod “Ram” Ramaldi is a pro football quarterback newly arrived in the Twin Cities to begin the next phase of his career. Acadia King is a young widow out for the evening at a hotel cocktail bar for the first time in years. With nothing to lose, she’s about to hook up with Rod, a perfect stranger–a perfectly sexy but totally inappropriate, much younger stranger. Acadia’s also about to discover her inner badass when a group of people in the bar suddenly turn into violent crazies and start attacking the other patrons.

As the attacks become more widespread, Acadia soon realizes she has everything left in life to lose. Determined to make it home, Acadia brings along a few survivors from the hotel, including Rod. But the violent crazies aren’t the only deadly predators roaming the land. Can Acadia and Rod survive in a world gone insane overnight? Get your copy of Acadia’s Law today and see why fans are saying this adult series is the apocalypse and love done right!



When Acadia agrees to go out on a date (well she says date but really she is just going to see if anyone takes her fancy) after her friends convince her its time to get back out there after the death of her husband she goes along with it thinking ‘well what’s the worst that could happen?’ If by worst you are thinking crazed people attacking everyone and those seemingly dead coming back to life as zombies you would be correct. She does get to work her inner minx before the real crazy stuff happens though so it’s not all bad at the beginning. After doing a circle of the hotel bar she has gone out of town to she spots her target. Well his hotness kind of grabbed her attention and wouldn’t let go, good job it goes both ways then. He might be with a group but no one looks paired up so it’s not long before she makes her move. She sure works fast getting him hooked but it’s when he gets her in the lift that things start to heat up in a very fun way. Now this would be the point to get into a room and have hours more fun but a lack of key card brings them back to the hotel bar.

Now this is where things start to go a little crazy, very fast. A group of people – the same ones she assumed were either drunk or high when she spotted them earlier – comes into the room with blood all over them. Always the practical one she tries to express her fears about them to Rod, her lift hottie, insisting they all leave while showing her gun in her purse in the process. After the initial shock of the people in the bar its not long before people rush to help the blood covered ones – including two of the girls from Rod’s table. He stops one getting close but isn’t quick enough for the other. Queue crazy time as its like a switch has been flipped and the brutal attacks start.

Talk about graphic craziness and what do the guys do, they run straight into the thick of it leaving Acadia with one very scared woman clinging to her for dear life. It’s a fight to get out but that’s just the start of it. She knows she just wants to get home but now feels like a mother hen with getting Rod, his two friends T-Bone and Ray Dean, and Barbara there too. When she says her place is like a fortress she means it but work needs to be done to make it even better protected. Its like a call to arms when she wants everyone rounded up. Love that she has a kind of ‘what to do if’ folder with ways to deal with certain attacks or events. Shame she doesn’t have a ‘what to do in the event of a zombie attack’ but hey she can improvise. She has gone into mission mode from the moment she is home but that doesn’t stop Rod wanting some answers about who she really is. Zombie attack or not he clearly still wants her and is constantly trying to win her with his charm and very good looks. Think its funny how she thinks he is too young for her (11 years to be exact) when she was 25 years younger than her husband. She can’t think straight around him but he won’t be giving up that easily, no matter the craziness that follows.

A very interesting group of people coming together on the farm getting battle ready for what’s to come. She can hold about a hundred but many more would cause too much attention. It might not just be the zombies they need to keep out either but the non-bitten too – especially those on bikes.

Interesting read that gets you gripped quickly as after that first attack its full speed ahead. Lots of characters mentioned which might make you feel a little lost at times but its to help set up the rest of the series. Suspense and romance read with zombies and crazy bikers thrown in for good measure – talk about a crazy ride. Lets see where it takes us next.

4 out of 5 stars

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Book Review: ‘Of Fear and Faith’ by N. D. Jones

Title: Of Fear and Faith (Death and Destiny Trilogy Book 1)

Published: 18th August 2014

Publisher: Siren Publishing

Author: N. D. Jones

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A thriller of a paranormal romance with mystery, mythology, and suspense.

Before trust and love can take hold, grow solid roots, and blossom into a reality larger than self, fear must be conquered and faith embraced. Yet fear of an ancient prophecy, of burning magical power, and a broken heart, Sanura Williams, psychology professor, is unprepared when Special Agent Assefa Berber enters her life, hunting a preternatural serial killer. Assefa’s intelligent, chocolate eyes and intoxicating aura signature stirs her fire spirit but frightens the woman.

In a world where all is not as it seems, Sanura and Assefa must battle the gods’ first creations – vile predators who threaten the safety of humans. Each confrontation, each bloody clash, will bring Sanura and Assefa closer to fulfilling the prophecy of being the Fire Witch and Cat of Legend – the ones who will save humanity from the Water Witch of Legend. Death, godly magic, and physical attraction draw Sanura and Assefa to each other, but fear and faith will determine their destiny.



Goes down as another off my 2017 Bookworm Bingo Challenge – A book with vampires in it. These ones are bat like creatures that you would not want to meet in a dark alley.

Seems a battle amongst sisters – one that takes place every 500 years – is about come around again. The prophecy goes that a fire witch born to the Temple of Oya and a water witch born to the Temple of Mami Wata will mark the beginning of the end, but also rebirth. It’s all about balance and once they fight, no matter who wins, there will be peace for humans again – but at what cost? 500 years is almost up and it looks like the pieces are being put in place, whether they are ready for what’s to come is something else entirely.

FBI Special Agent Assefa Berber, from a very special division because of what he is, has been called in to investigate the murders of a possible serial killer. It was Mike, a local detective and something a little different himself, who spotted a pattern and called for assistance. Well not that he really wants the have help as his likes to work alone now. The link between the murders is like the elephant in the room as neither yet wants to tell the other what they really are and that they both know they are after someone who is killing witches. All this comes to a head though after the latest attack. There is a lone survivor of a double murder, the daughter, who was found wondering that streets covered in blood. They need someone who can get through to the child so they can figure out who or what they are after and Mike knows just the person, his goddaughter Sanura.

Sanura is a psychology professor but so much more as she is also a witch – a very powerful fire witch that is. She may have been called in to help with the case but that’s not all that is on the cards for her when she senses an intoxicating aura signature coming straight from Assefa. Seems with their kind can tell when they are near someone who could be compatible and auras never lie. Auras are one thing to suggest they are matched but the chemistry coming from both of them within minutes is enough to seal the deal. Well if Sanura wasn’t running a little scared from a past relationship that burned her badly it would. Ended for a reason girl and that’s because he was not for you, plus he’s a bit of a dick. Focus pulled back to the case at hand she needs to see what or whom the child saw. When they know though they might wish they hadn’t because the killer(s) they are after are adze.

Adze are vampire like creatures with the body of a large bat that can transform into human form. Done so with more ease after consuming witches blood. With the blood comes the magic and it seems that is something they have started to crave. In the past adze would just possess witches to cause chaos and attack humans but found a thirst for blood gave them more power – specifically witches’ blood. The warlocks at the time wanted to protect their woman so made a deal with Sekhmet. If they worshipped her then she would give them the ability to protect their women. They just didn’t really realize what they might be giving up at the time of gaining something different. With adze being the killers it means witches in the area need to be put on high alert. With the help of Sanura and her skills they might just be able to hide those that are being hunted and then trap the hunters in the process. Well nothing is ever that simple.

The adze need to be caught but that doesn’t stop the need to perform the ritual to see if Sanura and Assefa really are compatible in every sense. From the moment they locked eyes it was pretty much a done deal to me but rules are rules. The chemistry and heat is there but they are both hiding secrets that they fear will make the other run. If they can face them then they might be able to fight not only the adze but be better prepared for the true battle that’s coming. Sanura’s ex Richard also comes back on the scene the stir things up, I had a feeling he was a lot more involved in the case than you might think. He may want Sanura back but now Assefa is in the picture that is looking a lot less likely. Will he get his just desserts? I’m hoping so.

Interesting read that has a bit of everything that I like. You have witches, were-cats, vampires and links to Egyptian Gods and Goddesses. A battle is brewing and the players are slowing moving into place but the outcome is very uncertain. Here’s hoping Sanura and Assefa can handle anything that is thrown their way.

4 out of 5 stars

I received a copy of this book from the author for my honest review.

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