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Early Review: The Forgotten Beasts of Eld by Patricia A. McKillip and Gail Carriger

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Aug 31, 2017





Young Sybel, the heiress of powerful wizards, needs the company of no one outside her gates. In her exquisite stone mansion, she is attended by exotic, magical beasts: Riddle-master Cyrin the boar; the treasure-starved dragon Gyld; Gules the Lyon, tawny master of the Southern Deserts; Ter, the fiercely vengeful falcon; Moriah, feline Lady of the Night. Sybel only lacks the mysterious Liralen, which continues to elude her most powerful enchantments.

But when a soldier bearing an infant arrives, Sybel discovers that the world of man and magic is full of both love and deceit—and the possibility of more power than she can possibly imagine.

The Forgotten Beasts of Eld is one of the true classics of fantasy.





5 STARS


 

Bewitching!   The Forgotten Beasts of Eld will take you on an voyage!  Lyrically written, an enchanting fantasy for those with a love of magic. The characters and plot are engrossing. Visit the wizard on her mountain!  You may come away with a new awareness for all things magical after reading The Forgotten Beast . A must read!






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Meet the Author
Patricia A. McKillip is the bestselling author of more than thirty much-beloved fantasy novels, including The Riddle-Master of Hed, Harpist in the Wind, and The Sorceress and the Cygnet. She has received the World Fantasy Award for The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, Ombria in Shadow, and Solstice Wood, for which she also received the Mythopoeic Award. McKillip has also received the World Fantasy Award for Lifetime Achievement. In 2015, three of her novels are being collected in the prestigious SF Gateway Omnibus series. She lives in Portland, Oregon.

Internationally-bestselling author Gail Carriger's debut novel, Soulless, won the ALA's Alex Award. Her wildly popular steampunk Parasolverse contains multiple series including the Parasol Protectorate, which was also published as a graphic novel. Carriger has received the Steampunk Chronicle's Reader's Choice YA Award, the Prix Julia Verlanger, the Elbakin Award, and a Starburner Award in Literature. Her novels have been published in eighteen languages and made the New York Times list thirteen times. She lives in California.

Publisher: Tachyon
Pub Date: September 19, 2017

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I NEED This!: GAME OF THRONES’ NIGHT KING Awesomeness!

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Enchantress of Books Presents: Gift Ideas for the Book Lover #110

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It's Wednesday and Viviana, Enchantress of Books  has this week's Gift Ideas for the Book Lover ready for you to check out! 


Welcome to Gift Ideas for the Book Lover! A weekly series sharing awesome items that the book lover in your life and/or you will love!!  Let me know what you think! 




If you or the book lover in your life are a Pride and Prejudice fan, this is a great set of  Illustration Variety Pack Note Cards with Envelopes (Set of 8)! And yes, there are still many people that write out notes! 


This is not only a forecast, but my daily "goal"! I'd so totally wear this nightshirt while relaxing with a great book! 


Then again, I'd also were this one (side note, reading on the weekends is another goal!)


And this one is also true!! It's also so me! I'm going to have to One-Click this!! Seriously, this is so like us book lover! This needs to be a shirt and not just a night shirt!



Keep this sign close by and when someone comes near, just point to it!!



I know its a pet peeve of mine when people, okay, mostly when family interrupt my limited reading time! Specially since its never an emergency! How do you handle people interrupting your reading time? 

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Early Review: Arm Candy (Real Love #2) by Jessica Lemmon

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Aug 29, 2017


Last call! At the end of the night, a clean-cut hunk and a rebellious bartender act on their unlikely chemistry in this frisky standalone novel from the author of Eye Candy.

Davis: I’ve had my eye on Grace Buchanan for a while now. Unlike the bubbly blondes I usually date, the feisty, flame-haired bartender both intrigues and bewilders me. Something about Grace—the tattoos? the nose ring?—makes every part of me sit up and beg. There’s only one problem: She hates me. Trading insults and one-liners has become our M.O. But when Grace bets me that I can’t get a date with a non-blonde if my life depends on it, I’m determined to prove her wrong by landing the ultimate non-blonde: her.

Grace: I’m used to regulars hitting on me, and I’ve turned them all down, except for one: Davis Price. I like giving him a hard time, and he’s kind of cute in his suit and tie—if you’re into that kind of thing. Anyway, I don’t care how many blondes he takes home . . . until one of them sidles up to him in my bar. Nuh-uh. But after my little bet with Davis backfires, our first date lands us in the sack. So does the second. And the third. Neither of us wants more than the best sex of our lives. The trouble is, it’s not a question of what I want. It’s what I need. And what I need is Davis.

4 STARS


Arm Candy is the second book in Jessica Lemmon’s Real Love Series. After reading and loving Eye Candy (Book 1), I was very much looking forward to reading about Davis and Grace. You could tell from the few scenes with these two and their banter at the bar Grace works at, there was something there. That being said though, this can be read as a standalone.

This is great opposite attracts story! Davis is a suit wearing, stock analyst and Grace is a bartender with tattoos. Both Davis and Grace shy away from relationships for different reasons. Davis was deeply burned in the past by a woman he was engaged to and Grace had to deal with her parent’s ugly divorce and seeing what can happen in relationships. Davis goes to the bar several nights a week, has a beer and often goes home with a blonde (he avoids the redheads-which Grace is). But lately he’s got his eyes on Grace. There’s just something about her that he can’t help being attracted to. Grace is trying not to feel something towards him as well. She makes a bet with him one night to ask out a non-blonde and more money is he asks out a redhead. Challenge accepted, but Grace is shocked when he asks her out.

These two definitely had the chemistry and what was supposed to be just a few times before they moved on, ends up turning into more. As real feelings come into play though and things start to get serious, will they take the plunge for long-term or will the fear of commitment and heartbreak get in the way?

It’s not an easy road for these two, but I was invested in these characters. Fun, sexy times, great banter, just the right amount of angst and an all-around enjoyable read.




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Publisher: Loveswept
Pub Date: September 5th, 2017

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Release Day Blitz & Giveaway: WHEN THE SCOUNDREL SINS by Anna Harrington

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Annabelle Green needs a husband-and quickly. To inherit the only home she's ever known, she must be married by her twenty-fifth birthday. But finding a suitor has been next to impossible after a reckless rogue named Quinton Carlisle seduced her into a scandalous midnight tryst. Her reputation in ruins, Belle now needs a rather large favor. And she knows just who to turn to . . .

Quinn can hardly believe that the shy bookish girl he teased as a child has grown into such a brazen beauty. The very idea of marrying Belle to right the wrongs of his past is downright shocking . . . and deliciously tempting. Too bad marriage, convenient or otherwise, is the last thing Quinn wants. He'll help Belle find a husband and be on his way. But if he can't control his attraction to the bride-to-be, this marriage could go up in flames-of wicked desire.






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 Excerpt


“You look much more like your father now,” she commented, nervously licking her suddenly dry lips but only serving to draw his attention to her mouth. Which made her even more nervous, so nervous that she couldn’t stop the trembling of her fingertips as they wrapped into the skirt of her night rail. “But you’re still a troublemaker.”
A faint smile played at his mouth. “And you’re still a bluestocking,” he countered. Unintentionally simmering a slow heat low in her belly, he reached up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Still retreating to the sanctuary of your library.”
“Because books are usually more pleasant than most people,” she answered, swallowing hard when he trailed his fingers down the side of her neck. She forced out, not at all as firmly as she’d hoped beneath the soft touch of his fingers,
“And more trustworthy.”
Ignoring that jab, he slid his hand lower to let his fingers play at the edge of her shawl. “Yet there are things that people can do that books can’t.” His fingers tugged gently at the shawl and pulled it down her shoulder to reveal the scooped neck of the nightdress beneath. His gaze flicked to the small patch of revealed skin at the base of her throat, then back to her eyes. “All kinds of interesting things.”
She should stop him, swat his hand away, shove him back—but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Just as she couldn’t hold back the hot shiver that swept through her or the gooseflesh that formed on her skin. His touch was proving to be as equally intoxicating now as that night six years ago.
“Then I have no interest in learning them,” she countered, although from the way her blood hummed, her body was very interested.
Madness—that after what he’d done to her, she could ever want to be in his arms again. Yet she desired just that, although that could never happen. Kissing him once had ruined her reputation. Kissing him again might destroy her entire future.
She thrust her chin into the air. “I know of your reputation.”
“Thank you,” he half purred.
His finger hooked beneath the wide shoulder strap of her sleeveless nightgown and slid it slowly down her arm. But this time, with a stretch of bare shoulder revealed to his eyes, he didn’t bother feigning propriety by looking away and instead flamed a prickling heat beneath her skin everywhere he gazed.
She pulled in a deep breath to steady herself. Oh, why did she always go light-headed when she was alone with him?
“That was not meant as a compliment.”
“Wasn’t it?”



ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Anna Harrington fell in love with historical romances--and all those dashing Regency heroes--while living in London, where she studied literature and theatre. She loves to travel, fly airplanes, and hike, and when she isn't busy writing her next novel, she loves fussing over her roses in her garden.






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Release Day Blitz: SO I MARRIED A SORCERER by Kerrelyn Sparks

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Kerrelyn Sparks is no stranger to the New York Times bestseller list, as her massive fan base couldn’t seem to get enough of her Love at Stake series. Sparks then introduced her extraordinary fantasy romance series, The Embraced, with How to Tame a Beast in Seven Days last MarchSet in a medieval mythical world, the series follows a special group of people with powers born when the two moons of the world form an eclipse. Now comes the captivating second installment, SO I MARRIED A SORCERER (St. Martin’s Paperbacks; August 29, 2017), where readers meet Brigitta, our fierce and powerful new heroine.

Growing up on the Isle of Moon, Brigitta knows nothing of her past, except that she is Embraced: born with powers that forced her into hiding. Everything changes when she learns she’s a princess, hidden away from her villainous half-brother who now rules the kingdom. But he knows about Brigitta, and he’ll do anything to get her back. Unless a certain roguish pirate has anything to say about it.

Rupert is both an infamous pirate and a sorcerer with the power to harness the wind. He's been waiting nineteen years for revenge—and he needs Brigitta to get it. What begins as a kidnapping of the fiery beauty turns into a fierce attraction. But can he win the captive princess's heart?

Filled with romance, adventure, and a vividly imagined new world, SO I MARRIED A SORCERER is a fantasy in the vein of Game of Thrones with all the fun of The Princess Bride. Audiences will become enthralled with spunky Brigitta and her misunderstood captor, in a world where passion, fantasy, and royal intrigue collide. The characters have everything on the line as it is not just their relationship at stake, but their survival as well.






Chapter One



“I cannot play, Brigitta told her sisters as she cast a wary look at the linen bag filled with Telling Stones. Quickly she shifted on the window seat to gaze at the Great West- ern Ocean. The rolling waves went on for as far as she could see, but her mind was elsewhere. Calm yerself. The prediction will neer happen.
At dawn they had boarded this ship, accompanied by Mother Ginessa and Sister Fallyn, who were now resting in the cabin next door. This was the smallest vessel in the Eberoni Royal Navy, the captain had explained, sturdy enough to cross the ocean, but small enough to travel up the Ebe River to the palace at Ebton. There, they would see their oldest sister, who was now the queen of Eberon.
According to the captain, Queen Luciana had intended to send more than one ship to safeguard their journey, but at the last minute the other naval ships had been diverted south to fight the Tourinian pirates who were raiding vil- lages along the Eberoni shore. But not to worry, the cap- tain had assured Brigitta and her companions. Since the royal navy was keeping the pirates occupied to the south, their crossing would be perfectly safe.



Indeed, after a few hours, it seemed perfectly boring. If we dont play, how will we pass the time? Gwen- nore asked from her seat at the round table. Twill be
close to sunset afore we reach Ebton.
“I wish we could wander about on deck, Maeve grumbled from her chair next to Gwennore. “ Tis a lovely spring day, and were stuck down here.
Sorcha huffed in annoyance as she paced about the cabin. Mother Ginessa insisted we remain here. I swear she acts as if shes afraid to let anyone see us.
Perhaps she fears for our safety because we are Em- braced,Gwennore said.
Sorcha shook her head. Were safe now in Eberon.
But only in Eberon, Brigitta thought as she studied the deep-blue waves. Being Embraced was a death sentence anywhere else on the mainland. The other kings abhorred the fact that each of the Embraced possessed some sort of magical power that the kings, themselves, could never have.
When Brigitta and her adopted sisters were born, the only safe haven had been the Isle of Moon. Theyd grown up there in the Convent of the Two Moons, believing they were orphans. But almost a year ago, theyd discovered a shocking truth. Luciana had never been an orphan.
Since then, Brigitta had wondered if she had family somewhere, too. Had they hidden her away or, worse, abandoned her? She feared it was the latter. For in all her nineteen years of life, no one from the mainland had ever bothered to contact her.
You are loved, she reminded herself. Shed grown up in a loving home at the convent. Her sisters loved her, and she loved them. That was enough.
It had to be enough. Didnt it?
Sorcha lowered her voice. I still believe Mother Ginessa knows things about us that she wont tell.



Brigitta silently agreed. She knew from her special gift that almost everyone was hiding something.
Lets play the game and let the stones tell us, Maeve said. I need to do something. This cabin is feeling smaller by the minute.
Brigitta sighed. Sadly enough, this was the largest cabin on board. Captain Shaw had lent them his quarters, which had a large window overlooking the back of the vessel.
The ship creaked as it rolled to the side, and Sorcha grabbed the sideboard to steady herself.
Have a seat afore ye fall,Gwennore warned her. Fine. Sorcha emptied the oranges from a brass bowl
on the sideboard, then plunked the bowl onto the table as she took a seat. Lets play.
Brigittas sisters gave her a questioning look, but she shook her head and turned to gaze out the window once again. It had been twelve years ago, when she was seven, that Luciana had invented the game where they could each pretend to be the Seer from the Isle of Mist. Theyd gathered up forty pebbles from the nearby beach, then painted them with colors and numbers. After the stones were deposited in a bowl and covered with a cloth, each sister would grab a small handful of pebbles and what- ever colors or numbers shed chosen would indicate her future.
Well just have to play without her, Sorcha grum- bled. A clattering noise filled the cabin as the bag of Telling Stones was emptied into the brass bowl, a noise not quite loud enough to cover Sorchas hushed voice. Ye know why she wont play. Shes spooked.
Brigitta winced. That was too close to the truth.
She could no longer see the Isle of Moon on the hori- zon. As the island had faded from sight, a wave of appre- hension had washed over her, slowly growing until it had



sucked her down into an undertow of fear and dread. For deep in her heart, she believed that leaving the safety of the convent would trigger the set of events that Luciana had predicted.
But how could she have refused this voyage? Luciana would be giving birth soon, and she wanted her sisters with her. She also needed Mother Ginessa, who was an excellent midwife.
Im going first, Sorcha declared, and the stones rat- tled about the bowl as she mixed them up.
O Great Seer, Maeve said, repeating the line they spoke before each prediction. Reveal to us the secrets of the Telling Stones.
What the hell? Sorcha muttered, and Maeve gasped. “Ye mustnt let Mother Ginessa hear ye curse like
that, Gwennore warned her.
These stones are ridiculous! Sorcha slammed them on the table, and out of curiosity Brigitta turned to see what her sister had selected.
Nine, pink, and lavender.
Gwennore tilted her head as she studied the stones. In nine years ye will meet a tall and handsome—”
Nine years?Sorcha grimaced. I would be so old!Twenty-seven. Gwennores mouth twitched. Practi-
cally ancient.
Exactly! Sorcha huffed. Ill wait nine months for my tall and handsome stranger, and not a minute more.She glared at the colored stones. “I hate pink. It looks ter- rible with my freckles and red hair.
Maeves eyes sparkled with mischief. Who said ye would be wearing it? I think yer true love will look very pretty in pink.
Hes not wearing pink,Sorcha growled.
Aye, a lovely pink gown with a lavender sash, Gwen- nore added with a grin.



Nay, Gwennie. Maeve shook her head. The lavender means hell have lavender-blue eyes like you.
Ah. Gwennore tucked a tendril of her white-blond hair behind a pointed ear. “Could be.
Are ye kidding me? Sorcha gave them an incredu- lous look. How on Aerthlan would I ever meet an elf?Ye met me, Gwennore said. And apparently, in nine months, yell meet a tall and handsome elf in a pink gown. She and Maeve laughed, and Sorcha reluctantly
grinned.
Brigitta turned to peer out the window once again. Over the years, the Telling Stones had proven to be an entertaining game. But then, a year ago, something strange had happened. Lucianas prediction for her own future had actually come to pass. Shed met and fallen in love with the tall and handsome stranger shed foretold in specific detail, using the Telling Stones. And if that hadnt been amazing enough, shed become the queen of Eberon.
Eager to experience something equally romantic, Bri- gitta had begged her oldest sister to predict a similar future for her.
A mistake. Brigitta frowned at the churning ocean. Blue, gold, seven, and eight. Those had been the stones
Luciana had selected. Blue and gold, shed explained, sig- nified the royal colors of the kingdom of Tourin. Seven meant there would be seven suitors to compete for her hand. And eight . . . in eight months, Brigitta would meet a tall and handsome stranger.
The eight months had now passed.
She pressed a hand against her roiling stomach. When theyd boarded this morning, shed quickly as-
sessed the captain and his crew. None of them had struck her as particularly tall or handsome. Captain Shaw was portly, bald, and old enough to be her father.



As for the seven suitors vying for her hand, she had initially been thrilled, considering the idea wildly exciting. But when her sisters had likened it to her being a prize in a tourney, shed had second thoughts.
Why would seven men compete for her? She had noth- ing special to offer. Even the gift she possessed for being Embraced was hardly special. And did this contest mean she would have no choice but to marry whichever man won her? The more shed thought about this competition, the more it had made her cringe.
So, five months ago, shed played the game again, hop- ing to achieve different results. But to her shock, there had been four stones in her hand.
Blue, gold, seven, and five.
Had some sort of mysterious countdown gone into ef- fect? Reluctant to believe that, shed attempted the game again a month later. Blue, gold, seven, and four. Alarmed, shed sworn never to play again.
But one month ago, Sorcha had dared her to play, taunt- ing her for being overly dramatic. Those words never failed to irk Brigitta, so shed accepted the dare. With a silent prayer to the moon goddesses, shed reached into the bowl, swished the pebbles around, and grabbed a hand- ful. And there, in her palm, four stones had stared up at her.
Blue, gold, seven, and one. A fate was shoving itself down her throat whether she liked it or not.
And she did not.
Brigitta had been raised on the Isle of Moon, where women were free to determine their own futures and everyone worshipped the moon goddesses, Luna and Lessa.
It was different on the mainland. Men were in charge there, and everyone worshipped a male god, the Light.



Luciana had been fortunate to find a good man who respected her independent nature. As king and queen, they had declared it safe to worship the moon goddesses in Eberon.
But it was not that way elsewhere. In the other main- land kingdoms, Brigitta would be executed for making the sign of the moons as she prayed. Executed for being Embraced. So why did she keep picking the blue and gold colors of Tourin?
And why would seven suitors compete for her? She glanced at her sisters. Sorcha had always seemed the stron- gest, with a fiery temperament that matched her fiery red hair. Gwennore had always been the smartest. Maeve, the youngest, had always been the sweetest. And Luciananow married—had been their brave leader. Brigitta had never been quite sure where she fit in.
Gwennore, with her superior intellect, had always been the best at translating books into different languages. Maeve had excelled in penmanship, and Sorcha in artwork. Luciana had been good at everything.
But Brigitta . . . the nuns had despaired with her. When transcribing a book, she could never stay true to the text. A little embellishment here, a tweak there, and eventu- ally she would take a story so off course, it was no longer recognizable. This, of course, upset the nuns, for their male customers on the mainland were paying for an ex- act copy of an old tale, not the romantic fantasies of an overly dramatic young woman.
Whenever the nuns had fussed at her, her sisters had come to her defense, insisting that her story was much better than the original. And each time the nuns tried to use Brigittas overly dramatic mistakes for kindling, her sisters always managed to rescue the pages and give them to her. Theyd even begged her to finish her stories



about dashing young heroes, so that they could read them.
Brigitta adored them for that. Shed do anything for her sisters, including this voyage to Eberon that she was so afraid would activate the events shed been dread- ing.
She shifted her gaze back to the rolling motion of the ocean, and her stomach churned. Did a persons destiny have to be set in stone, in this case the Telling Stones? This was her story, so why couldnt it be one of her mak- ing? Surely she didnt have to stick to a text that had already been written without her consent. Couldnt she be the author of her own destiny?
Ye should watch the horizon, not the waves, Maeve said as she sat next to Brigitta on the window seat. “ Tis a sure way to make yerself ill.
Oh. Brigitta turned to her youngest sister. I didnt realize . . . Her stomach twisted with a sharp pain, and she winced.
Gwennore gave her a worried look. Ye look pale. Would ye like some bread or wine? She motioned toward the sideboard and the food that had been left for them.
Brigitta shook her head. Perhaps if she sat perfectly still for a few moments, the nausea would pass. “Did ye finish playing the Game of Stones?
Aye, Maeve answered. Didnt ye hear us giggling?Brigitta groaned inwardly, not wanting to admit shed been too engrossed in her own worries to pay her sisters
any mind.
My prediction was the best, Maeve continued. In four years, Ill meet a tall and handsome stranger with green teeth, purple hair, and three feet.
Brigitta wrinkled her nose. Ye call that handsome? How can he have three feet? Does he have a third leg?



Maeve waved a dismissive hand. We didnt bother to figure that part out. But he is taller than most.
Aye.Sorcha snorted. By a foot.
Maeve grinned. As ye can see, the game is nonsense. Besides, I have no desire to meet any man, no matter how tall or handsome. I plan to live the rest of my life with all of you at the convent.
Aye, Sorcha agreed. Im not leaving my sisters for an elf in a pink gown. Tis naught but a silly game.
Exactly. Gwennore gave Brigitta a pointed look. So ye shouldnt believe anything the stones say.
They were doing their best to relieve her fear, Brigitta realized, and as her heart warmed, the ache in her stomach eased. Thank you. What would I do without ye all?
The ship lurched suddenly to the right, causing Bri- gitta and Maeve to fall against the padded wall of the window seat. The oranges rolled off the sideboard and plummeted to the wooden floor. Empty goblets fell onto the floor with a series of loud clunks.
Sorcha grabbed on to the table. What was that?
Loud shouts and the pounding of feet sounded on the deck overhead.
Something is amiss, Gwennore said as she gazed up at the ceiling. Theyre running about.
Maeve peered out the window. I believe we made a sudden turn to the south.
That would put us off course, Gwennore murmured.
The door slammed open, and they jumped in their seats.

Mother Ginessa gave them a stern look, while behind her Sister Fallyn pressed the tips of her fingers against her thumbs, forming two small circles to represent the twin moons.


About the Author

Kerrelyn Sparks apparently has issues with reality. After writing more than a dozen books about vampires, she has now completely gone off the deep end and wound up on another planet. But how thrilling that she can share this magical new world with her readers! Although she is best known (so far) for the Love at Stake series, which has hit as high as number 5 on the New York Times list and 22 on the USA Today list, she hopes her readers will love The Embraced as much as they did her merry band of vamps and shifters. To learn more about her paranormal, historical, and upcoming out-of-this-world fantasy romances, please visit Kerrelyn on Facebook, Twitter, or her website at www.kerrelynsparks.com.





Praise for Kerrelyn Sparks:

"A deeply satisfying, delightfully swoon-inducing close...full of vulnerability and tenderness."
— Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Crouching Tiger, Forbidden Vampire

"Mixing paranormal romance with humor, Sparks clearly has a style all her own, one that readers love."
— USA Today's Happily Ever After blog

"Sparks skillfully infuses her writing with a deliciously sharp wit."
— Booklist





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