Monday, March 13, 2017

Blog Tour | Review + Giveaway: Firestorm by Donna Grant





The wait is over! The highly anticipated FIRESTORM, 


the tenth book in the DARK KINGS Series is now available! 







Firestorm

(Dark Kings Series, Bk #10)

by Donna Grant



Blurb:


SCORCHED BY DESIRE



Dimitri lives to protect the secret of the Dragon Kings from the human race. Bound by a bond stronger than blood to the Kings, Dimitri uses his strength and prowess to defend a thousand-year-old secret.  But when an oh-so-sexy, slightly absent-minded archaeologist wanders into his midst, Dimitri will have to give up his rules, and give in to desire…



When Dr. Faith Reynolds stumbles upon an ancient skeleton that appears it comes from a dragon, she’s completely taken aback. A woman of science, there’s no way in her mind that this mythological creature can exist. But when a devilishly handsome man named Dimitri intercepts her path to uncovering the truth, Faith’s curiosity turns into all-consuming passion. She’s never felt this way about any man before. But when Dimitri reveals his biggest secret, can she learn to love the man—as well as the dragon within?











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Review

Dr. Faith Reynolds is an archaeologist on a dig when she stumbles upon something that makes her questions everything she knows. As a woman of science, Faith knows that there is noway that this mythological creature can exist. Dimitri has only one goal, to protect the secret of the Dragon Kings, and nothing will deter him from this goal. So when Faith's path crosses his, he is completely thrown off balance. Feeling things for each other that they have never felt before, an all-consuming passion. But when Faith learns Dimitri's secret, can she learn to love the man and the dragon? 



I was swept away by this unique world filled with wondrous creatures and remarkable characters. I was captivated by the diverse beauty that enriched this adventure and the masterful story that was being told. Donna Grant truly knows how to write an amazing novel with many subplots and make it flow so easily. 




Firestorm is a wonderfully crafted romantic fantasy that will capture your heart and mind. It's action packed, romantic, adventurous, and filled with fantasy. The world was wonderfully crafted and filled with such fantastic characters. There is an undeniable attraction to this novel and the characters in it. The whole novel was splendid to read, from beginning to end. 



Even though I have not read the rest of the books in the Dark Kings series, I still enjoyed reading Firestorm. I do have to admit though that at times I was a bit lost. Even though this can be read as a standalone, I suggest reading the rest of the series first. 



If you are a fantasy or romance lover (like myself) than I highly recommend you check out this book. You will be unable to pass up reading on this undeniably amazing book once you get your hands on it. 






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Faith let her gaze slowly run up the tall man. He wore jeans that hugged his trim hips, and a thin, black, V-neck sweater that showed off every mouthwatering muscle that was honed to perfection.






His muscles weren’t so huge that they looked ugly. But they were big enough to be noticed—and appreciated.






And she couldn’t seem to stop appreciating them. Her gaze lingered on his thick chest, imagining her hands running over his pecs before sliding around his neck.






Her breath hitched as her blood heated. She unzipped her jacket to help cool herself. Then she looked up at his face. And what a face!






His wide, full lips softened the sharp lines of his jaw. Azure eyes framed with thick, black lashes watched her with a decided lack of interest. It was difficult to determine whether his hair was dark brown or black in the dim light of the cave.






But it was trimmed short with the top long enough to be parted to the side, the locks having a hint of wave to them.






She had a strange and overwhelming desire to run her hands through his hair and climb him.






Claim him.






Her knees threatened to buckle from the insane and decadent thoughts. The carnal longing swept through her shamelessly—and she embraced it.






Even as she feared it.






It took three attempts before she was able to have enough saliva to swallow.






“Who are you?” she demanded.






“The man who’s going to keep you safe,” came his harsh reply framed in a Scot’s brogue.






Her gaze shifted to Tamir. “Excuse me?”






Tamir laughed nervously. “Yeah, this is what I tried to tell you earlier. When I spoke with Ronnie, she suggested someone to help keep the crazies out. So she sent Dmitri.”






Faith looked at Muscles again and noticed his interest was squarely on the skeleton. Just as she was about to tell Tamir to send him away, she realized they could use someone to keep the loonies at bay.






Getting to her feet, she extended her hand to him. “Faith Reynolds.”






“Dmitri,” he replied and briefly shook her hand, letting go as if the contact between them irritated him.






She frowned and looked at Tamir before returning her gaze to Muscles. She fisted her hand to lessen the slight tingling across her skin from the contact with him. Again, she had the urge to touch him, stroke him.  “No last name?”






“None needed,” Muscles said. “Why this cave?”






“I’m sorry, what?”






“Why did you pick this cave out of all the hundreds on the isle?” he asked in a slightly lower pitch.






Faith’s hackles immediately rose, shoving the majority of her lust aside. She didn’t need to explain herself to anyone. So why she answered him, she’d never know. “I saw it from shore and wanted a look.”






“There are five more caves you could’ve seen from shore. Yet you chose this one.”






His blue eyes were penetrating, as if he were trying to see into her mind. She crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin. “I got lucky. If it hadn’t been this one, I would’ve moved on to another.”






“So you were looking for such a skeleton?”






Was that a hint of mockery in his tone? Oh, I don’t think so! “I’m an archeologist. I look for anything.”






“Do archeologists no’ have a specialty?”






“Some, yes. For its size, this island has been more intensively studied by archeologists than almost any other area in Scotland.”






“Is that so?”






She let her confidence show in her smile. “That’s right. Did you know evidence has been found here to suggest Fair may have been settled by Neolithic people up to five thousand years ago?”






“And you came to find more verification?”





"It's what I do." No one was more surprised than she when she'd found the large horn and a portion of the skull sticking out of the ground.











A fan of audio books?


Great news! The audio book for FIRESTORM is also available on March 7, 2017. 


Narrated by the awesome Antony Ferguson, you will fall deeper into the Dark Kings' world. 







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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual" stories. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Kings, features a thrilling combination of dragons, Fae, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two children and an assortment of animals in Texas.
















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Sunday, March 12, 2017

BLOG TOUR: Stormchaser by Cherry Adair






Stormchaser

by Cherry Adair

Genres: Romance, Adult, Contemporary, Suspense

Series: Cutter Cay - Book 4

Release Date: March 7th, 2017 by St. Martin's Press





Summary from Goodreads: 




No one charters the depths of passion on the high seas like New York Times bestselling author Cherry Adair

DESIRE RUNS DEEP

Somewhere off the coast of Greece, a king's ransom in gold, emeralds, and silver coins lies waiting at the bottom of the sea. Finding this ancient treasure would be a dream come true for marine archaeologist Calista West. But that's not why she's here. She didn't climb aboard Jonah Cutter's magnificent yacht seeking fortune or fame. She's come for revenge-against the sexiest, most seductive, modern-day pirate she's ever encountered...

Like his famous half brothers, Jonah is a master of salvaging ships-and driving women mad with his movie-star looks and raw animal magnetism. Tall, dark, and devastating, he manages to make Callie forget her mission. Every moment they share under the hot Mediterranean sun is an erotically-charged adventure neither can resist. But when Callie discovers what he's really after-the lost city of Atlantis-is it too late to change the course of her heart...or go all in with the lover of her dreams?





The Cutter Cay series is:


"Action-packed drama." - Fresh Fiction 


"Sizzingly sexy." -Booklist 


"Sizzingly sexy." - Seattle Post-Intelligencer




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Hurricane

by Cherry Adair

Genres: Romance, Adult, Contemporary, Suspense

Series: Cutter Cay - Book 5

Release Date: April 4th, 2017 by St. Martin's Press



Summary from Goodreads: 



Rydell Case’s ship is his home, his heart, and his reason for being. After his ex-wife left him—taking his brand-new megayacht, Tesoro Mio with her—she sailed off with a royal billionaire and out of his life forever. Now Ry spends his days searching for treasure—until his ship is hijacked. With the prospect of his salvage business tanking, he needs both the ship and his ex back—if only she didn’t despise him more than any man on earth. . .

When Addison D’Marco boards Tesoro Mio to find her ex-husband in her cabin, she’s furious. Ry is more handsome, more annoying, and more determined than ever. Addy can’t believe he has the nerve to demand the ship back after the way he broke her heart. With her fiancé about to board, she doesn’t want Ry back in her life to ignite painful memories and never- forgotten desires. But could it be that, amid troubled waters, Addy and Ry can salvage what they once had and have a second chance at love. . .or does fate have something else in store?
 




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About The Author:



Cherry Adair has garnered numerous awards for her innovative action-adventure novels, which include White Heat, Hot Ice, On Thin Ice, Out of Sight, In Too Deep, Hide and Seek, and Kiss and Tell, as well as her thrilling Cutter Cay series for St. Martin's Press. A favourite of reviewers and fans alike, she lives in the Pacific Northwest. 





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Excerpt from STORMCHASER:




The day didn’t look like second hand revenge. Instead of ominous dark clouds hanging low over a

pewter sea, the hot Greek sun reflected glittering sapphires off the Mediterranean. The wake of the

motor launch frothed blindingly white as it carried marine archaeologist Dr. Calista West to the

megayacht Stormchaser, anchored in open waters south of Crete. 




           Salt spray cooled her bare arms and legs as the Riva Iseo cut through the dark water. The

sleek, twenty- seven foot Italian work of art, with yards of glossy mahogany, soft leather, and sleek

lines, looked like something straight out of a James Bond movie. Expensive and ostentatious.

Draco Thanos, the short, wiry forty- something chief engineer of Stormchaser sent to collect Callie

from Heraklion, controlled the fast tender with all the deference of a guy handling a sleek sports car.

Callie wasn’t even sure what day it was anymore. A short flight in yet another ostentatious,

expensive toy, a private plane from Athens. A twelve- hour flight from Miami, an hour flight from

Athens to Crete, and another two hours by luxury tender. She was hardly at her best to deal with

Jonah Cutter. Tuning out Thanos, who’d kept up a steady conversation in broken English for the

duration, she spread her feet, bracing her hands on the rail as they hit some chop. Her stomach did

a somersault that had nothing to do with the waves. The closer the motor launch carried her to

Stormchaser, the harder Callie’s heart pounded. 




           Anticipation. Fear. Excitement. 



           Thanos pointed unnecessarily. The massive ship was freaking impossible to miss. “There

she is.” Callie’s fingers tightened on the rail as the ship loomed large against a sparkling backdrop of

calm azure water and robin’s- egg- blue sky. Brilliant sun bounced off acres of white paint and

gleaming brass. Twenty, thirty mil? Callie guesstimated, put off by the unnecessary flaunting of the

Cutters’ wealth. 




           “Spectacular, isn’t she?” Thanos said proudly as he slowed the tender, angling it sideways to

dock aft next to the wide dive platform where a guy sat reading. He got to his feet as they

approached, lifting a hand in greeting. Callie waved back. 




           She used both hands to tuck any loose hair back into the neatly tucked French braid on the

back of her head, even though she knew there were none. She was too controlled to have flyaway

hair. Her penchants for order and organization were perfect for her chosen career. She’d come by

them the hard way. By now the traits were ingrained and comfortable. 




          Without the fine cooling misted spray of the water, and wind generated by the fast

movement over the sea, the sun beat down unrelentingly, drying her damp clothes in minutes.

“She’s something, all right.” Too big, and far too fancy for a dive boat, but wasn’t that the Cutters all

over? A family of modern-day treasure hunters, they flaunted their wealth like robber barons or

nouveau riche Internet millionaires, with total disregard for anyone daring their ownership of the

seas. 




           For a moment Callie had a niggle of misgiving for what she was about to do. Jonah Cutter

hadn’t done anything to her personally; she’d never even met the man. Never met any of the

Cutters. But they adversely impacted people she loved. 




           She was uniquely qualified to balance the scales. 



           Straightening her shoulders, Callie grabbed her duffel before Thanos could reach for it.

Ingrained and as sure as her dark hair and green eyes was her in de pendence. Drawing in a salt-

laden deep breath, Callie let it out slowly as the tender bumped the edge of the wide dive platform

where the older man, dressed in cargo shorts and a yellow polo shirt, waited to grab the rope.

And the game begins, she thought, braced to disembark, her fingers tightened on the bag’s handles. 




           Lying was against everything she believed in. Been there, spent a lifetime perfecting the skill.

Just because she was good at it didn’t mean she liked doing it. But not only did she have to lie

through her teeth for the duration, she had to be convincing as well. 




 She reminded herself that these people were not her friends. She could not soften and bond with

them. Growing to like anyone on board Stormchaser would make what she was going to do harder.

She’d known going in that she’d have to keep to herself as much as possible. She was here to do a

job. Making friends would muddy the waters and certainly complicate things. And, she admitted,

make her second guess herself— which she unfortunately usually did. She tended to overanalyze

things before jumping in. Indecision was, she knew, her worst characteristic. Still, once she’d made a

determination, after weighing it from a hundred different angles, she tended to be like a dog with a

bone defending the decision. 




           Her friends tried to get her to be more spontaneous. But it was hard for her. Every decision

had consequences, and those had to be weighed and calculated and looked at from every angle. 




          What wouldn’t be hard? Pretending. That she was damn good at. If anyone knew how to

pretend, it was her. She’d done it from kindergarten on. When she’d learned to lie for her parents.

Why they’d forgotten to sign her up for school programs? Why they weren’t there to pick her up after

school? Why she rarely had a lunch packed, or money to buy lunch? She’d known instinctively that

to say her mama was passed out from Jack Daniel’s would be bad, and mentioning that sometimes

her dad didn’t come home would be worse. 




           These circumstances weren’t the same, but she figured she’d honed her acting chops. She

could do this by mentally tarring everyone on board with the sins of the Cutters. Which were too

numerous to count. 




           And by keeping as low a profile as possible. 



           The gray- haired man held out his hand, helping her from the boat to the diving platform.

“Saul Pinter.” His full, mostly gray beard was neatly trimmed. Fit and athletic, he had a nice smile

and firm handshake. “Welcome aboard, Dr. West.” 




          “Thanks, call me Callie.” A cursory glance revealed the dive platform geared with the usual

dive equipment and a row of wet suits ready and waiting. At least she’d get to do what she loved.

Dive. Discover. “Is Mr. Cutter diving?” 




 Saul shook his head, jerking his thumb toward the ladder leading to the deck above where they

stood. “Jonah will have seen you, and be on his way down. Heads up, he’ll meet you halfway.” 




           Oh, Callie doubted that very much, but she merely smiled as her heart thumped.

Anticipation—no, dread? After all the planning, things were finally happening. “I’m looking forward to

seeing our wreck.” 




           “You haven’t missed anything. We only arrived late last night ourselves,” Saul told her,

returning to his chair and the book he’d been reading. “We’re all eager to get started.” 




           Was that a jibe because she hadn’t joined them two weeks ago? Callie mentally shrugged.

Climbing the ladder, she observed in a quick sweep the spotless decks, the gleaming bright work

and shiny brass. Stormchaser was spit- polished. She’d heard Zane Cutter’s ship was a piece of

crap, but so far she couldn’t fault his half-brother on the maintenance of his ship. 




          Several men, in the whites of crew members, leaned on the rail on an upper deck watching

her curiously. Callie lifted a hand in greeting and kept going. It was a perfect afternoon to dive, the

ocean smooth with just a slight chop. A light breeze loosened strands of hair off her face and neck

and brought with it the faint smells of fresh paint and yeasty baking bread. 




          Water slapped the hull, and the sound of voices died as the men dis appeared from view. A

gull cried as it wheeled in a perfect circle overhead, then dived like a jet, skimming the water after

some hapless fish. 




          There wasn’t anyone else around, and she walked toward a set of sliding doors just as a

man stepped out onto the deck ahead of her. His face lit up as he came toward her.

Jonah Cutter. Callie stopped to wait for him, the sun hot on her scalp, the glare off the water bright

despite her dark glasses. The opinion formed before the man even opened his mouth. Her

assessment was quick and unflattering. But then she was predisposed to disliking him. 




           Cocky. Self- assured. Entitled. 



           Exactly what she expected. Her shoulders relaxed. Handing Cutter his ass wasn’t going to

be difficult at all. 




          The Matthew McConaughey look- alike wore blue, flower- printed Hawaiian board shorts, a

too- tight red T-shirt stretched over sculpted muscles as if it had been painted on. She’d heard that

youngest brother Zane was the vain one, but clearly his half-brother gave him a run for his money. 




          Under six feet tall, sun- bleached shoulder- length hair, movie- star good looks, and boy,

didn’t he know it. Cutter was like a peacock spreading his tail as he removed his shades to eye her

up and down. 




          Shorter, less attractive, and more smarmy than she’d been led to believe. And she’d been

led to believe the worst. 




           Maintaining a friendly smile, she extended her hand when he got close enough. He was

about the same height, so they were eye- to- lecherous- eye. “I’m Calista West, thanks for

including—” 




          “Now, aren’t you just the prettiest addition to the team, darlin’?” he cut in with a southern

drawl and a heated look from unremarkable blue eyes. His lingering handshake was the opposite of

firm. Callie disengaged and resisted wiping her hand on her shorts as he looked at her like a dog

staring at a juicy bone. Raking his fingers through his sunbleached brown hair, the better to show off

his physique, he gave her a wide, white smile. “Welcome aboard.” 




          Never had two words sounded so suggestive. Smoothing a hand over her tightly constrained

hair, Callie made sure the sun glinted off the plain gold band on her left hand. Although she

suspected a guy like this wouldn’t be deterred by a wedding ring, she had other methods to repulse

if the ring didn’t work. 






 Copyright © 2017 by Cherry Adair and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.