50 Shades Series

Saturday, March 31, 2012
I am not going to even pretend this is a review. I am just going to go on a mini rant about all 3 books in the 50 Shades series! If you haven't read them you may want to exit now. This will have some spoilers.


 



First of all lets just say I liked these books. I gave them all 4 stars. But I had a lot of problems with them too. I am kinda mixed about it myself. Lets go to a list of things I DID NOT LIKE

* Bath scene with a certain ex-sub
Christians psycho ex-sub comes to Ana's apartment with a gun. He comes in gets all DOM like on the ex-sub and kicks Ana out. Poor Ana watches these two together and is heart broken. Then to find out after she left he bathed the girl and gave her some of Ana's clothes. Then later when he couldn't find Ana he got UPSET!! This was all a big FREAKING HELL NO!! to me. That is just too much and crossed a huge line. 

*Ana gives Christian some horrifying news and he goes and sees his ex-dom. The women who started a sexual relationship with Christian when he was just 15 yrs old. The women who told Ana she was not enough for Christian, the women Ana HATES! And while Ana was home crying he went to see this women who he was suppose to not talk to anymore!

I didn't care that Christian had this colorful past with lots of women. I didn't care that he had a play room full of toys. I didn't care that he was a bit of a control freak. But I did not like his past always coming to his door step or watching him care for other women. These are the scenes that stand out to me because I was soo mad!! 

But I did like these books. I swear I did. Plus there was lots and lots of HOT SEX! I liked Christian and Ana together. But I find myself having NO IDEA how to review them. I can not think of anything to say really. I liked seeing Christian go from a DOM to a nice loving husband.When we start off Christian is that bad boy and very much in control, then in walks Ana and totally throws his whole world off. He gets into his first un-contracted relationship, and has some "vanilla" sex. The series is really about these two trying to find a middle ground. They love each other and have some HOT sex but its not easy.

Oh and seriously I HATE the freaking term "Butt Plug" Just its so gross sounding. (this word is mentioned a few times.) But I did take note to some of the fun things these two got into (but not the butt plugs.)lol I mean couldn't they name them something else. Who the hell thought up the term butt plug? We all know what a dildo is and we don't call it a vagina stick or something. Okay I am really sorry for anyone that has read all this. Moving on....

I am really glad I read these books. Because I honestly did like them, and I find myself thinking about the books often. I am going to miss them.I have no idea why they are hard for me to review, this happens to me now and then. But they brought out a lot of strong emotions and I really wanted to talk about them.

Have you read these books? If so tell me what you liked about them, so I can remember.lol. I know I really enjoyed them (obviously some stuff pissed me off) but they were still worth the read. Did I mention lots and lots of hot sex!! Because I totally remember that.lol


Author's Views on 3 Star Ratings

Friday, March 30, 2012

Welcome to the authors point of view of the 3 star rating event!! I sent out a bat signal and these 4 awesomely awesome authors actually responded.lol. And here is what they had to say!



Author Opinions

Evelyn Lafont author of The Vampire Relationship series and Pack Mistress Series
Authors are in a very difficult position. First, they owe it to themselves to listen to their gut and write their stories however they should be written. But then, I believe that if they are going to charge for these stories, they have to have certain quality control measures in place through beta readers, critique partners, editors and proofreaders. Combined, these efforts should result in a fully realized work that the author feels good about and that is worthy of putting on the shelves.
Readers and reviewers are not in a difficult position. They read things and they either like them or they don't. Then, they assign a star rating that sums up their personal experience--something that no author can control or predict. Readers and reviewers who buy books and/ or take the time to read them and talk about them--for better or worse--do not owe authors anything. Nothing. They could buy an author's book for the sole purpose of wiping their asses with the pages after the apocalypse. And if they do so, they can write a 2-star review that discusses how those pages gave them paper cuts around their anus. Because that is the experience they had with that book. Other readers who also intend to use the same book for bathroom purposes can then look at their review and say, "Ouchie, I'd better skip that one." But those with anal cut fetishes will read the review and say, "Awwww hells to the yeah! This is the book for me!"
Reviews are about conveying one user's experience with a product to other potential users. Unfortunately, too many authors are using reviews as a means to manipulate sales (sock puppets anyone?), to sabotage competitors, to get hurt feelings, or to take writing lessons from. This way lies madness. Authors, love the work that you put out. Stand by it. Write and produce books that you know have a value to some reader, somewhere. Work hard to find that reader so they can enjoy your work. Don't take reviews personally--and don't be obnoxious about criticism. If you don't want your work to have honest, albeit subjective, feedback from the buying and reviewing public, put it back in your bottom drawer with your porn. Yeah, that's right--I know where you store the porn. 



Stacey Kennedy author of 1 Night Stand Series, Frost Bite series, 
The Watcher Series and much much more
 
Reviews are so subjective and it really depends on the reviewer what a 3 star means. For me, it’s all about what is written in the review. Some of my best reviews have been 3 stars. It’s been nothing but a glowing review. I’ve seen plenty of reviewers who never give out 5 stars. So a 4 star would mean “This book was perfection!” And a 3 star would be just below that. They could walk away from it, but they enjoyed it.
I think as authors we have to realize that we don’t go gaga over every book either. It’s really easy to be offended when it comes down to your work, but I always try and remember that there are a lot of books that I don’t put on my 5 star shelf. I always try and focus on the words written in the review and the good that the reviewer took away from the book. Sometimes it’s easy to get lost in what stars they give, but if you focus on what a reviewer actually said, why they enjoyed it, why they didn’t, then it’s a whole lot easier to accept whatever stars they given and be happy with it. A reviewer doesn’t have to love your book and everything about it, but as long as the time spent reading it was enjoyable and made them smile, then that to me is a job well done!
-Stacey Kennedy




Eve Langlais author of F.U.C series, Princess of Hell series, Pack series and much much more
Hmmm, my opinion on three stars. Well first let's start with the others. Four and five stars, as you can imagine make me, as an author, super happy. It means the reader got what I was trying to convey, slipped into my created world and connected with my characters. Woohoo! Totally awesome.

One and two stars, while sad for me to see, mean the reader just didn't like my style. Do I stress about it? Nope, because not every story can't please everybody.  It's just impossible. Just like I hate peas and hubby loves them. Some things just can't be helped. And when I see that happen, I truly wish those readers the best in finding an author who hits their happy spot.

But three stars...Those make me sad. When I see a three star on one of my stories it means while I intrigued a reader enough for them to finish, I missed something either in my world building, characterization or relationship between the hero and heroine that would have made them love it. Three stars means I almost got it right for that reader, almost made them finish with a happy smile. Three stars means I failed. And that totally sucks.



Here's another interesting thing about three stars (and fours actually). When I write a sequel in a series, I read all the three and four star reviews for the preceding story. I try to see where I went wrong and how I can avoid it in the new tale. I then read the five stars and see what I did right, and make sure I keep that aspect as best as I can in the sequel. Does it always work? Nope. Not even close lol. No matter how hard I try, I end up with a new batch of opinions, a new flock of three stars and other stars, the reviews varying because each reader reacts to a story in a different way. And you know what? That's perfectly normal. Readers are entitled to their emotions about how a piece made them feel. Stories are never the same, ever. The emotional connections differ.  The world building changes. How you, the reader, react to the hero and heroine depends on your own personality and life experiences. There is never a right or wrong review, just how the story made you feel. So go ahead and post the three star review, because if a reader doesn't tell me what went wrong, then I, as the author, can never write a story that's just right for you.




Heather Hildenbrand author of Dirty Blood series and Across the Galaxy series
Ratings mean a couple of different things for me.

First and last and always, a rating is nothing more than ONE person’s opinion of my work. That person may gush and gab about how awesome they thought my book is, or they may hate it like it’s the worst thing since the Turducken. I think THAT is self-explanatory. (Actually, some people like the idea of the Turducken. It’s all relative, just like an opinion differs from reader to reader.)

I take every review with a grain of salt. But still, I TAKE every review.

Because the flip side to that is that every opinion counts. Everyone who reads your book has something to offer, because readers are the ones you’re trying to please. I’ll say it again, lest a writer forgets. READERS are the ones you’re trying to please.

Bottom line is this: a 3 star is better than a 2 star. And it’s dayam better than a 1 star! It means they think you’re decent. You’re not Hemingway. But you’re not Rebecca Black’s lyricist either.

Things could always be worse.
**So again, how do you guys feel?**
And thanks again to these awesome authors for giving us their opinions!





Demonically Tempted by Stacey Kennedy(1st Chapter and Trailer)

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Demonically Tempted

Frostbite Book Two

by Stacey Kennedy

Urban Fantasy Romance
Length: Novel
Heat Level: Sensual
Coming April 2012

Tess Jennings, now a member of the Memphis Police Department, is on her first cold case. The suspected suicide of Lizbeth Knapp ten years ago isn’t a theory her family accepts—they believe she was murdered.
But the case is only one of Tess’s worries. Ghosts are talking, and word of her abilities rapidly spreads. A dark ghost is terrifying the spirits of Memphis, and she must force the entity to crossover.
Tess doesn’t have to do this alone. Not only does she have her ghost-lover, Kipp McGowen, but the department has brought in a medium. Dane Wolfe might answer all her questions, but he also brings a world of trouble. Will Tess finally have all she’s ever wanted, or will everything she’s vowed to protect be ripped away?



Copyright © STACEY KENNEDY, 2012
Chapter One
The old farmhouse had seen better days. Not only could it use a coat of paint, but it also needed a dose of love. Dry, brown grass surrounded the home, and the only flowers topped four-foot high weeds. I glanced toward Zach—a cop with the Memphis P.D.—and crinkled my nose. “Someone actually lives here?”
His blue eyes met mine and he ran a hand through his blond, stylish hair and shrugged. “Max said the victim’s sister still resides in the home where the death happened.”
As he lowered his arm, he cringed. The injury still hindered him at times since we solved the cold case of Hannah Reid, especially when the weather was damp like it was today. Heck, only weeks ago he’d been stabbed and shot in the shoulder.
The man who caused Zach’s injury got it worse—by my very hand, no less—but I was glad Hannah’s murderer hadn’t come back to haunt me.
I might have suffered some serious remorse. That is, if I didn’t believe God wouldn’t punish me because I killed a murderer. Brody would’ve done the same to me if I hadn’t gotten to him first. I tried my best to stick with that theory. It saved me from the lingering guilt I might—and would never admit to—have for taking a life.
Sure, there was an internal investigation through the police department, and I had been questioned until my voice went scratchy. But in the end, the shooting had been declared self-defense, and I was perfectly happy with that. Or so I told myself every day until I finally believed it.
Besides, the cops that I now worked alongside had my back throughout the investigation, and nothing would change that. We’d grown close through the time spent during the Reid case, and even closer in the weeks that followed.
“I’m going to see if Lizbeth is out here somewhere,” Kipp—a ghost, and my lover—said, dragging me from my thoughts.
Yes, our relationship was complicated and it’s insanely sick that I’m in love with a ghost, but I wasn’t about to fight my heart’s desire. “If you find her, then come tell us, immediately. The less time I have to spend in that house, the better.” Scummy houses and me didn’t mesh well. I like cleanliness and hate spiders.
“He’s going off on his own then?” Zach asked.
As of late, Zach had caught on to our conversations better. Seeing that I was the only lucky one—or not so lucky as I viewed it—who could hear ghosts’ communication was annoying, at best.
Maybe I gave more descriptions in my answers than I normally did, or maybe he’d gotten used to having to fill in the blanks. Whatever it was, I appreciated the ease of our conversations now. The back and forth got on my last nerve.
As Kipp strode away, I stared at his scrumptious ass filling his dark blue jeans. The man might be a ghost, but he was sex packaged into muscular goodness. One of his eyes was chocolate brown, while the other was crystal blue, and he had untidy brown hair that no matter how messy only made him look more attractive. And he was all mine.
I blinked, pulling myself away from my ogling, and focused on Zach. “Ready?” I frowned.
His gaze danced with laughter, yet a smile never appeared. “For someone who accepted a job with the department, you would think you’d hold more excitement.”
I snorted. “Just because I can officially call myself part of the police department—which is absurd, by the way—doesn’t mean I still don’t have hesitations.”
My gift took a while to adjust to but I knew when to see reason. Helping ghosts that had met a horrible fate wasn’t a bad job. That is, as long as I didn’t run into any more crazy-ass killers who wanted to make me a ghost, too.
Zach approached the house, and I trailed after him, not showing half the confidence he carried in his gait. I climbed the old steps, slightly worried the wood would break under my weight, but seeing Zach went first and the man was all power, the wooden planks could support my slender frame.
He knocked on the door. And a moment later, it opened to a woman who matched the house. She looked to be in her fifties, but the dark circles under her eyes and the hunch to her shoulders made her look well worn.
“Ms. Knapp?” Zach asked.
“Yes.” Her voice dripped with despair. “Are you the detectives?”
Zach nodded. “Is it still all right if we come in?”
She inclined her head, widened the door, and moved aside. “Please call me Anna.”
“Thank you, Anna.” Zach entered the home. “We appreciate you taking the time to discuss Lizbeth with us.”
I hesitantly followed and tried my damndest not to let my repulsion in the house show. Not an easy feat.
“Please, will you have a seat?” She waved out to a couch that I wouldn’t sit on even if it had a layer of plastic over top of it.
I held back my desire to gag, and twirled my finger in my brown, shag-cut hair. “I’m okay here, thanks.”
Zach furrowed his brows at me before he took a seat and shed all emotion as he focused on Anna. “We’re aware that this will be difficult for you to discuss, but we need you to remember anything you can from when Lizbeth died.”
“I’m not sure I can tell you anything that…” She peeked up at the ceiling. I followed her gaze seeing dark brown stains, and restrained my shudder. She finally returned her attention to Zach. “…Max, was that who I spoke with?”
“That’s right. He’s the sergeant,” Zach replied. “He told us the necessary information, but I’ve learned it’s always best to hear it directly for myself.”
In all actuality, I hadn’t heard all the details except that I was officially on my first cold-case file.
“Well,” Anna paused, glancing at her fingers as she fiddled them. “It started a year before Lizbeth’s death. She began to act differently.”
Zach pulled his pad of paper and pen from his pocket, and flipped the notebook open. “Can you explain that in more detail?”
I clasped my hands in front of me. Just because I was now part of team didn’t mean I would start acting like a cop in any official capacity. Let’s be serious now. I wasn’t really a detective.
Anna continued, “She’d talk to me about an evil presence around her.”
“Evil?” I gasped.
“I know how funny it sounds.” She blushed. “At the time, it did to me, too. But looking back, Lizbeth just didn’t seem like herself, and maybe I should’ve listened to her.” Her sigh was deep, and filled with longing. “She used to be a very happy young woman. Full of life and spirit, but all of a sudden she seemed so dark.”
I gave my head a shake, trying to make sense out of her nonsense. “Dark how?”
“Depressed.” Anna exhaled. “She never came out of her room, and totally withdrew from life.”
“She was suicidal, then?” Zack asked with a gentle tone.
“I suppose you’d draw that conclusion from what I’m telling you now, but the truth is I never took her to be the type.” She gave a knowing look. “Like I said, she was well adjusted and quite happy.”
“But you just said she was depressed,” I countered.
“Yes, I did, but still, Lizbeth was a fighter. She used to tell me that this evil presence was overtaking her soul, and she tried so hard to fight against it.”
Zach made a face. I made one of my own. We were speaking English, yet gibberish would have made more sense. Seeing that we were getting nowhere, and I suspected Anna had lost her mind a long time ago, I moved along. “Did her condition get worse?”
“It got so bad, my parents had no idea what to do,” she answered. “You have to remember it was a different time. The medications for depression that exist today didn’t back then.” Tears welled in her eyes, but they cleared just as quick. “My parents took her to a doctor, even admitted her into a hospital, but my mother couldn’t manage to leave her there. She thought love would bring Lizbeth out of her trouble.”
“Clearly, it didn’t.”
Anna’s features darkened. “That’s right, it only got worse. Lizbeth started to hurt herself.”
Zach’s eyebrows rose. “You mean, caused injuries to herself?”
“No one ever knew—and Lizbeth never said—how she did it. But she had lacerations all over her back.”
Zach scribbled notes, and then peered at Anna. “Did Lizbeth ever say anything to you about the wounds?”
Those tears now weren’t so easily pushed away. “She was adamant she had never caused them.”
One conclusion came to my mind. “No one believed her, did they?”
“Who else would have done it?” Anna retorted. “At that point, Lizbeth hadn’t left the house in over six months.”
Zach stared at Anna, his gaze probing. I inhaled deeply, understanding the frustration. The dust in the room settled into my nostrils. I rubbed at the tickling in my nose, and considered what she had told us.
It seemed to me Lizbeth had clearly been suicidal. I’d watched television shows were people cut themselves. Maybe this was all that was going on here. Case closed.
Zach scribbled a few more lines of notes then scrutinized Anna. “How did Lizbeth act in the days before she died?”
“Strange.” Anna wiped the tears from her face. “She always had this dark cloud over her, but in the week before her death it became much worse. She’d stopped eating and we had to force liquids down her throat.” Her chin quivered, more tears spilling. “But it was in her eyes where I saw her demise.”
“What did you see?” I whispered, not totally sure I wanted to hear her answer.
“She was already dead.”
Zach coughed. “Pardon?”
“Lizbeth was no longer in her body.” Anna shook her head, sending more tears rushing down her cheeks. “I know that is hard to believe, but that’s the only way I can describe it. She had already left.”
“Where did she go?” I urged.
Anna lowered her head and sighed. “I have no idea. All I know is she was gone.”
My assumptions that Anna was off her rocker deepened. One question would solidify if I believed she held any sanity at all. “Why do you stay here…in this house?”
Anna lifted her gaze, and her eyes swam in sadness. “I’m afraid that Lizbeth is still here, and if I leave she’ll be all alone. I don’t have the money to fix up the house. Since her death—times have been hard.”
Wasn’t I a shit? Her answer was clear and concise, and, well…I could understand her reasons. If she were crazy, I assumed her purpose for staying here would be, too.
Zach closed his notebook, and placed it into the pocket of his black slacks. “Would you take us outside to the water and discuss what happened the night she died?”
“Of course.” Anna stood from the couch and approached the front door.
Zach gestured toward the hall. I took the hint. Since Kipp hadn’t returned yet, it confirmed he hadn’t found Lizbeth’s ghost. Before we left I needed to check out the house to see if she remained. “Do you mind if I use your washroom?”
“Not at all.” Anna dabbed her tears with a tissue, and then raised her chin. Her deep inhale to compose herself was obvious. “It’s down the hall—third door on the right.”
“Thank you.” I headed toward the hallway while Zach continued to ask Anna another question as they headed out the front door.
The hallway was in a similar condition to the rest of the house, completely in shambles. The flowered wallpaper was peeling off the walls and the color of it resembled something not worth discussing. I wrinkled my nose, catching a whiff of mold, and continued walking.
To my left was an open door to a bedroom. I peeked in and clothes were thrown over the light blue bedspread. Furniture was scarce, but the room seemed lived in. It did appear slightly more taken care of than the rest of the home, which drew the conclusion that this had to be Anna’s bedroom.
I surveyed the room and couldn’t see Lizbeth’s ghost, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t there. She could be hiding. “Lizbeth,” I whispered.
No one responded.
Leaving the room, I carried on down the hall to another bedroom on the right, but as I called out her name again, I received the same response.
The bathroom was to my left and another room lay on the right. The door was closed and I did my best to keep quiet as I opened it. I couldn’t hear Zach or Anna in the house anymore, but I didn’t want to chance it. I pushed the door open and it creaked.
I peered in and my heart skipped a beat. “Creepy.” The room wasn’t in the same condition as the house. It looked brand new, even the paint on the walls appeared fresh, and Lizbeth’s name was written in wooden letters above the dresser. Of all the rooms to keep nice, Anna chose this one. I couldn’t quite decide if that was sweet or freaky.
“Lizbeth,” I whispered again only to be met with silence. I’d never had a ghost hide from me before, usually they were so intrigued by my ability they always approached.
After silence greeted me, I left the room and closed the door. I headed for the bathroom and went straight for the sink. At least the room was clean. Yes, in horrible condition, but the blue bathtub had been scrubbed recently.
At the sink, I turned on the faucet to wash the icky feeling off my hands. I wanted to get home and have a shower. Being in this house for even a few minutes had left my skin feeling filthy and downright gross.
I waited a moment to let the water warm since the pipes thumped indicating trouble stirred, and just as I placed my hands under the water, a voice startled me. “Why are you in my house?”
I looked over my shoulder and spotted a middle-aged ghost dressed in a double-breasted black coat, white dress shirt, and fitted tanned breeches. “I beg your pardon,” I snapped. “But I don’t deserve to be glared at—or spoken to in that nasty tone—when I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“You can hear me?” His eyes widened. “You can see me?”
“Yes I can.” I returned the glower he not-so-kindly offered me. “Why are you so rude?”
“I-I-I…”
“Classic.” I snorted. “The ghost is beside himself. Isn’t it supposed to be the live person who is shocked when they see a ghost?”
“You’re alive?”
Now he was being just downright mean. I shut off the faucet, and with the water dripping off my fingertips, I turned to face him. “Do I look dead to you?”
He gave me a once over with a look that left something to be desired. “No, but why are you glowing?”
“Yes, well,” I wiped my damp hands on my skinny jeans, “that’s my ability.”
He studied me, examining my gold hue—or so I’d been told that is how it appeared—and by his huge eyes this revelation stunned him. “And this ability is how you can see me?”
I wasn’t in any mood to get into this with him. A change in topic was in order. “Have you seen a young girl around here?”
“No,” he responded without haste.
I nibbled my lip, considering that. “Not ever, or not lately?”
“Never.”
If Lizbeth died in misery, it made no sense that her ghost wasn’t here. Ghosts always lingered and needed help to cross over. Someone who committed suicide wouldn’t be a settled soul. And most of the ghosts I’d met returned to a place that had meant something to them. Considering Lizbeth was young when she died, I’d assumed she’d come home. Where else would she have gone?
“How long have you been here?”
“I have no idea.” He paused, thoughtful, then said, “I think it’s been quite some time.”
His response didn’t surprise me. Ghosts never remember much except what they needed to, to move on. Seeing that this ghost would lead me nowhere, I figured I might as well try and help one ghost today. “Do you want to cross over?”
He scowled. “Are you threatening me?”
“Good God.” I dismissed him with a flick of my hand. “You’re foul. I’m asking to be nice. I can help you, if you’d like.”
“This is my house. I don’t want to leave. I want you to.”
I grunted. “Trust me, I want the same damn thing.”
He gestured toward the door in what might have seemed like a bow of respect, if his dark gaze hadn’t thoroughly flipped me off. “Best you see yourself out.”
I had just about enough of his bad attitude. I pointed at him. “You better not go scaring Anna. She’s been through enough.”
“I don’t scare her.” He scoffed. “She’s a lovely woman and I don’t mind her sharing the home with me.”
“I’m glad to hear it, but if I find out you’re frightening her, I will Ghostbuster your ass. Got it, jacko?” I flicked my hair over my shoulder, not waiting for him to respond because frankly, I didn’t give a shit.
I exited the bathroom, heard him grumbling something after me. I really couldn’t blame him, though. If I’d been dead since the eighteen hundreds, from the looks of his clothing, I’d be pissy too.
Once on the front porch, I spotted Zach and Anna. They talked down by a creek that was completely overgrown with weeds, rocks lining the shore.
On my approach, Zach glimpsed at me. I shook my head to indicate I hadn’t found Lizbeth in the house.
He visibly sighed, turning to Anna. “Now that Tess has arrived, would you please tell us what happened?”
I took a moment to scan the area, and listened hard to see if I could hear anything, but only the sound of rushing water and chirping birds filled my ears. The air around the home smelled so fresh, and thrived with nature, it was a wonderful contrast to the dust and mold inside the house.
Anna drew in a long, deep breath. “It was a spooky evening that night. The fog settled above the water and the full moon provided a lot of light.” Her eyes glazed over, lost in memory. “I heard Lizbeth leave the house, so I went over to my bedroom window.”
I glanced back at the house. One lone window faced the creek.
“I saw Lizbeth walking out to the water. She wore just her white nighty, and she was so frail.” Anna shuddered. “She was all skin and bones.”
“She came out here alone?”
Anna nodded. “I didn’t see anyone with her, at the time. She stood by the water’s edge and was so pretty.”
I had a hard time imagining anyone looking pretty in the way Anna had described. But I wasn’t about to bring up that point and merely listened as she went on.
“Lizbeth looked over her shoulder, and I’m still not sure how she knew I was watching her, but she smiled one of the coldest smiles I’d ever seen.” Darkness washed over her expression. “I’m sure that smile will haunt me forever.”
I gulped, a sudden nervousness wrapped around me and icy fingertips ran up my spine.
“What did she do after that?” Zach urged.
Anna shook her head, clearly pulling herself away from the horrifying memory, and refocused. “She turned back toward the water, walked in, and killed herself.”
“Are you saying she drowned herself?”
“I know that’s hard to believe, but the second I saw her walk into the creek, she submerged herself into the water. That’s when I ran out after her.”
“What happened when you reached her?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “She was floating, head first, and so I pulled her out.” A tear slid along her cheek, and she wiped it away, her tone controlled. “I tried to CPR, but it didn’t matter, she was already gone.”
Silence drifted around us. I welcomed it. This story needed some time to process, and even after a minute or so, I still came up empty.
Anna’s gaze stayed focused on the water, as she cried. I couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to be back here, staring at this water, and remembering what happened. How did she continue to live in that house?
A nudge on my arm had me glancing over at Zach. He mouthed the words, “Is she here?”
I shook my head.
He frowned.
Lizbeth’s lack of appearance seemed unusual even to me, but I hoped Kipp had better luck.
Zach cleared his throat. “After you pulled Lizbeth out of the water, what happened?”
Anna cleared her damp cheeks. “My mother and father came down and chaos erupted. They yelled, wanting to know what happened to her. When I told them, it was no surprise they didn’t believe me.”
She brought up a good point. “Where are you parents now?”
“Both, long dead.”
Insert foot into mouth! “I’m sorry.”
Anna sighed. “It’s for the best. Lizbeth’s death hit both of them very hard. My mother was never the same and my father withdrew from life.”
Saddest thing I’d ever heard.
“I can’t find her outside.”
I glanced over my shoulder and Kipp approached, his eyebrows furrowed, frustration emanating from him. Seeing that I couldn’t answer him with Anna here, I simply gave a short nod to show I understood his defeat.
“At what point did you see Hector?” Zach asked.
I jerked my head toward him, unable to hide my shock. “Someone else saw her in the water?”
“He’d been the main suspect in her death but—”
“My statement ruled him out,” Anna interjected. “He probably would’ve been found guilty of her murder since he’d been the only other person present at the time of her death.” Her gaze firmed. “But I said it then, and I’ll say it now, he didn’t kill her. I saw Lizbeth walk into the water and drown herself. I couldn’t make up what I saw.”
“Ask her how she can be so sure,” Kipp said to me.
I shook my head, which I tried to hide by shifting my stance. There was no way I would argue with Anna. Kipp hadn’t heard the rest of the conversation and I believed every word she said.
Instead, I pressed on. “Did you know he was there when you first came out of the house?”
“No,” Anna replied. “He showed up out of nowhere. I hadn’t seen him near the house at all and his arrival startled me. But I’ll tell you one thing, his eyes were exactly like Lizbeth’s.”
My heart did that full skip-a-beat thing, indicating whatever she meant by that, scared me shitless. “They were?”
“When Lizbeth smiled at me, Hector did the exact same thing when he approached. To say it was creepy is really putting it mildly, but it was as if I stared at Lizbeth again—or what Lizbeth had turned into.”
The side of my temple hurt. I zeroed in on Zach. “So after they questioned Hector, they released him?”
“Yes,” he answered. “But he’s now serving time for an unrelated crime he committed a month after Lizbeth’s death.”
I gave Zach and Kipp a knowing look, and they returned it. As much as Anna was sure of what she saw, I suspected she was wrong. A person in a state of shock might not be able to think straight. I surmised that’s exactly what happened.
“I know what y’all are thinking, but I know what I saw,” Anna said, adamantly. “Lizbeth walked into the water and killed herself. Trust me, I’ll never be able to forget it.” Sadness gone. Determination risen. “No matter how much everyone wanted me to retract my statement and pin it on Hector, I wouldn’t send an innocent man to jail for something he didn’t do.”
Innocent, my ass!
Zach inclined his head, as if he agreed with her, but I knew better. “Is there anything else you can tell us, Anna, that could help us?”
“I’m sorry. That’s all I know.”
“Thank you for talking to us.” I smiled, reached out for her hand and squeezed it. “We’ll do what we can to find out what happened to her.”
Anna returned the smile, but on her, it was despaired. “I appreciate y’all working on this case again. I do hope that you’ll discover what truly happened to Lizbeth. If it’s all right, I’d like to go back into the house now.”
“Yes, of course. Thank you for your time.” Zach shook Anna’s hand, and then she started back toward the house.
“This is by far the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in,” I whispered to Kipp. “I’ve never experienced a missing ghost before.”
“Quite unusual, to say the least. Let’s head back to the station and fill Max in on what we’ve discovered.” He sighed. “Or not discovered.”
I headed to the truck with the boys following. Anna climbed the steps of her porch, and I remembered there was something I needed to tell her. “Anna,” I called.
She turned. “You have a very grumpy old ghost in your house, but don’t worry, he likes you, and is fine with sharing the house with you.” She didn’t look nearly as surprised as I’d expected. Maybe she already suspected a ghost lived with her. Maybe not. But my job was done.
Now on to finding a missing ghost…








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3 Star Rating Event




Welcome to the 3 star rating event hosted by Bitten by Paranormal Romance.Today we are going to talk to about how we feel about 3 stars and take a few readers views on it. At the end of this post we would love your thoughts to. Tomorrow we will be back with a few amazing authors and how they feel about 3 stars.



 What do 3 star rating mean to us?

Honestly ratings are not my thing. As you can tell I did not do them for a long time on the blog because they are hard to decide them meaning of them. I just started doing them because a few people told me they liked to see a rating. I think that you shouldn't look at the rating so much but look at the words. I am not a professional! I do not get paid to review books so I just write what comes to my head, its all personal. So yes maybe I decided I didn't want to give you 4 or 5 stars because the girl in the book picked the wrong guy, or you ended a book in a way that I didn't like. I can't help myself that is just how I am. Everything is personal to me. I hardly ever complain about a book with errors in it because if there are so many its annoying, well I quit reading. Also if a book is not to my liking I quit reading. I do review and rate books with 3 stars, and that to me means I liked them. I have a few of my most favorite series start off as 3 star books (like The Chicagoland Vampire and Fever series)

So if you see I rated a book 3 stars, see why. What I complain about might be something you like. Or as an author if I rate your book 3 stars then see why, it usually has nothing to do with you but with me. I will always tell what I liked and didn't like in a book. (I hope I made sense)

 I also think I have a high 3 star and a low 3 star. (I should make a fancy icon for that.lol) Anyways you really need to look into my words to tell that. A star rating is just something quick to give you an idea. Its not a bad rating but I guess you could say its not an amazing rating either. Just remember reviews are just an opinion of 1 person, they are personal to that reader. No one can make everyone happy, and I hope I give the people who read my reviews enough insight to the whys of why I gave the book a 3 star and they can make up their own mind.

-Amber I.


I like the rating system, it gives me a quick easy way to see how much a reviewer liked the book they are reviewing. Besides sometimes people have some really cute icons. I think you really need to focus on the actual reviews though. In the review is where you're going to get the meat of the book, you're going to find the reasoning about the reviewers decision to give a 3 star review, and you're just going to get more information.

3 star reviews aren't necessarily a bad thing either. Just because you're getting a 3 star review doesn't mean that your book is awful or that we think you're a horrible author. A lot of times it's just something that happens in the book that just pushes it back a little further. It could really be any number of things. But the number one thing is that it doesn't always mean something bad.

-Amber R.




Readers Opinions
How does a 3 star affect me?  Truthfully, it does not affect me unless the review was crystal clear by citing examples and statements about why they gave the rating.  Even then, that only tells me how the book affected the reviewer not how it will affect me.  I do not rely on reviews as much as my own gut opinion about my tastes. To me a reviewer only helps me narrow down what priority I will place on the book.  It is for me to decide whether I spend my money on the book or not. I like reading blog and site reviews for telling me what they think the book was about, what they thought its strengths and weaknesses were, and how they felt after reading it (particularly how they felt about the book afterwards).  When I see 3 stars, it only means that the reviewer either isn't sure what they think of the book because its all over the place or that the book really is just a mediocre read- could have been better; could have been worse.

If Awesomesauce gave the 3 stars?  The only difference in what I said in the above answer is that Awesomesauce tends to review books in the genres/subgenres that I too, enjoy.  I have learned by familiarity of regular reading of reviews the bloggers review style when a book truly grabbed them and when it did not even when the review itself is devoid of negative opinion.

Furthermore, I like the professional way the Ambers go about reviewing books that did not quite grab them: its always about the book and not the author, any statement whether positive or negative gives a clear reason/example to explain the statement.  And if its just a personal preference (like I hate love triangles so this is about me and not the book), that is said too.  I do not feel that Awesomesauce 'sharpens its wit' to drum up a few laughs at the expense of the book or author.
-Sophia Rose


 When I see a three star rating I kind of think that people don't think it's worth writing home about. When I look to see which book I want to read next I look at the star rating. If I see a 3 I automatically think wow people didn't like it, but they didn't hate it. Pretty much it didn't leave an impression. I then think do I want to read a book that doesn't wow people? I will read a 3 star book if I have already read the first in a series and liked it. But honestly 3 stars doesn't impress me!
-Autum



We would love your opinions as well.. So what do 3 stars mean to you? And if you read our reviews how do you feel when we rate a book with 3 stars?

Lucifer's Daughter by Eve Langlais Review

Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Series:Princess of Hell #1
Pages:79
Publication Date: Aug. 9, 2010
Publisher:Liquid Silver
Reviewed By: Amber I.
Rating:Photobucket
Buy on Amazon

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Hi, I’m Muriel, the only white sheep in a sea of black ones, and a virgin to boot. I am determined to wait for love, but my dad, more commonly known as Lucifer, just wants me to stop being an embarrassment. I’m hoping the hunk that I met in my bar will turn out to be the one–just looking at him makes my insides melt like marshmallows over the coals of hell, but trusting is hard when it seems everyone I get close to ends up trying to kill me.

Not only am I dealing with an extreme case of lust, there’s a new threat in hell, one my dad says to ignore. Something easier said than done since it seems everywhere I turn demons are trying to kill me. But I’m okay with that, because one thing I’ve learned being a princess of hell is that sometimes I have to grab a demon by the horns and slap it around a bit.

A rebellion in hell, demon assassins and scorching kisses, could my life get any more interesting?


 My Thoughts


Any fan of Eve Langlais is going to want to read this book. Its just that awesome mixture of fun, sexy, mysterious and well SEXY!!

Muriel the daughter of the Devil is not what you would expect. For one she is funny, she lives a pretty normal life, likes clothes, owns a bar and she is a virgin waiting for the love of her life. All this does not sit well for the Satan. But no matter what he says and how much he complains of his daughter do gooder ways you can see he loves her! Seriously apart from Muriel and her love interest, the Devil himself stole the show, I loved him! He was just funny and awesome.

She loves to push her dads buttons, and when she meets a walking sex god she wonders if he is there because her father wants her to finally put out!lol

This story is just fun and sexy! The chemistry between Muriel and Auric is instant. And I for one was yelling for her to go for it from minute one. But these two did take some time to know one another. When they are together the pages definitely heat up. If you are looking for a quick sexy read then you have found your book!



Books Released Today

Tuesday, March 27, 2012
So there are 3 books that have come out today that I have read and loved and I want to share them with you in case you missed it somehow.

The Kingdom by Amanda Stevens
Click HERE for our review
Buy at
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
IndieBound
Murder by the Book

Still not convinced? Read an excerpt!











 Blood on the Bayou by Stacey Jay
Click HERE to see my review
Order your copy at Indiebound, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, BooksaMillion, Book Depository
Read an Excerpt HERE













The Goddess Interrupted by Aimee Carter
Click HERE for my review
Buy your copy at Amazon ,B&N, Book Depository
Read an Excerpt HERE














There are so many books being released today but I think these are my 
TOP 3 MUST READS!!!

Bound in Darkness by Cynthia Eden

Series: Bound #2
Pages:193
Publication Date: Sep. 12, 2011
Reviewed By:  Amber I.
Rating: Photobucket
Buy on Amazon
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 Hunter...

When it comes to killing vampires, werewolf Cade Thain is the best slayer in the Northwest. So when a witch hires him to take out a pureblood vamp, the assassin thinks it will be just business as usual. One less vicious vamp on the streets... one more undead parasite gone from the earth. Then he meets her.

Protector...

Allison Gray isn't the prey that Cade expects. Beautiful, innocent, she stirs a dark desire within him. Allison hasn't transformed fully into a vampire, not yet, and it's Cade's job to make sure that she never does. Allison thinks that he's at her side to keep her safe, but Cade is supposed to pick the right moment --and kill her.

Lover...

Killing Allison is soon the last thing that Cade plans. As she begins the transformation that will turn her into a vampire, her bloodlust and their desire merge in an explosion of need that neither can control. But Allison's enemies are closing in, and the coming battle will take Cade and Allison beyond life, beyond love... and into a deadly darkness that waits to claim them both.

Bound in Darkness.

Warning: This novella is a sexy paranormal romance. As such, it contains blood, sex, vampires, and a hot alpha werewolf. Violence and adult language? Yes, those are included, too.


My Thoughts

I devoured this novella! There is nothing like an opposite attracts read. Cade is a werewolf who was tortured by vampires when he was young. Now that is he older he is an assassin sent to kill a pure blood vampire by a witch named Elsa. Allison is a pure blood vampire but has no idea yet. She has not began her change. She knows she is being stalked and is sent to Cade for protection by a witch named Elsa. Its then that fireworks spark!

Cade sees Allison's vulnerability and realizes she is not yet a vampire. He just can not bring himself to kill her. The heat between these two start up right away. Both are tortured souls and seem to find something in one another that they simply can't live without. But by being together they have made one powerful witch pretty angry!

This book is just HOT! I loved it and for .99 cents its a total bargain. You get everything you would expect from a full length novel. If you love steamy scenes and that forbidden love then you are in for a treat. Its that perfect read when you need to spice up your reading world!




In My Mailbox

Sunday, March 25, 2012



A weekly meme hosted by The Story Siren, where we post all books we have received where in the mail, bought or got from the library.

Here is what I got this week: you can click on any book pic. to see them on amazon. 



I think these are all from the last 2 weeks.

Borrowed from Miss Vain








Bought: read these but did not own them, and I am going to RT so I want them to get signed. 

 



Gifted from the awesomesauce Miss Vain for my BDAY and because she loves these books!!




Gifted from RAK for my Birthday from Danielle 


Won from Epic Reads Month of Love thingy. (I can't remember its exact name)




For Review










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