Posts     Comments    

Are You Following Me?

Grab My Button

My TBR Pile

Darkfaerietales's to-read book recommendations, reviews, favorite quotes, book clubs, book trivia, book lists

Word Cloud

ARC Tour Book Expo of America Contemporary Contemporary Romance Contest Winner Convention Deadly Destinations Dystopian Erotic Romance Event Fantastic Fables Fantasy Feature Friday Giveaway Guest Post Historical Historical Fiction Horror Interview Jennifer Estep Julie Kagawa Movie Mystery New Adult New Releases Paranormal Paranormal Romance Review Richelle Mead Romance RT Convention Science Fiction Spooky Legends Steampunk Supernatural Smack Down Taking Cover Thea Harrison Thriller Trailer Thursday Urban Fantasy Vampires Waiting on Wednesday Winner Young Adult Zombies ARC Tour (326)
Artist Alley (9)
Author Spotlight (11)
Author Update (7)
Awards (14)
Blog Tour (67)
Book Haul (7)
Book Talk (5)
Book Trailer (5)
Contest Winner (399)
Conventions (94)
Cover Judge (2)
Dark Faerie Tales Launch (9)
Dark Faerie Tales Team (17)
Deadly Destinations (95)
Discussion (29)
Event (33)
Fall Carnival (21)
Fantastic Fables (89)
Feature Friday (20)
Fifty Shades YA Boys (15)
Giveaway (150)
Graphic Novels (5)
Guest Blogger (7)
Guest Post (140)
Help Wanted (7)
Interview (83)
Mating Games (19)
Movies (30)
New Releases (48)
Pick of six (7)
Poll (1)
Publishing News (10)
Read-a-long (5)
Reading Challenge (25)
Review (1,418)
Spooky Legends (35)
Supernatural Smack Down (71)
Taking Cover (287)
Teaser Tuesday (7)
Television (5)
Trailer Thursday (22)
Video Games (5)
Waiting on Wednesday (31)
Year in the Life of a Romance Review (3)

WP Cumulus Flash tag cloud by Roy Tanck and Luke Morton requires Flash Player 9 or better.

I Belong

Excerpt & Giveaway: Mended by Kim Karr

June 1st, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour 5 Comments »

Kim Karr_Author PhotoIf you are a fan of new adult romantic contemporaries, then you will love today’s excerpt and giveaway! The third novel in Kim Karr’s Connections series, Mended, will be released on June 3rd from NAL/Penguin. Read Bridget’s review for Mended here. For more of Bridget’s reviews on this series, read Connected, Torn, and Dazed.

One lucky reader will win a print copy of Mended by Kim Karr! This giveaway is provided by NAL/Penguin! This contest is open only to U.S. entries.

About Kim:

Kim Karr is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of romance, including her sexy New Adult romance series, Connections.  She describes herself as wearing a lot of hats–writer, book-lover, wife, soccer-mom, taxi driver, and the all-around go-to person of the family.  However, she always finds the time to read.  She believes in soul mates, kindred spirits, true friends and Happily-Ever-Afters, and loves to drink champagne, listen to music, and hopes to always stay young at heart.  Kim lives in Florida with her husband and four kids.

You can visit Kim around the web here: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook

Want to read more from Kim Karr?

ConnectedTornMendedFrayedFlawedPerfectedBlurred (Connections, #3.5)Dazed (Connections, #2.5)


Mended Blog Tour Banner

Excerpt from Mended

 Connections #3 by Kim Karr

© 2013 by Kim Karr

Published by the Penguin Group

Release date: June 3, 2014

Xander Wilde

The magic of rock and roll—it casts a spell on you. I’m no exception. I’m a band manager and I’m living the dream, touring with The Wilde Ones, helping them secure their well-deserved place in the music industry. I love being a part of it all, especially watching the band perform live—the crowds, the cheers, the music. It’s a high and a low all at once and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Every step of the way with this band has been fun, exciting, stressful—every possible emotion. Obviously we’ve had some breaks but mostly we all put in a lot of hard work—myself, Garrett Flynn, Phoenix Harper, River Wilde, and now Zane Perry.

“Can you hear me now?” he bellows.

I nod my head as my heart pounds in my chest. My hands feel cold and clammy and a nervousness that makes me weak and shaky takes over. Doubts race through my head and I’m questioning if he’s going to make it through this. A vague awareness that something bad could happen kicks around in my mind and I can’t shake it. The Wilde Ones are doing a sound check on stage and Zane’s not on his game.

It’s July and the weather has been brutally hot. But today it seems cooler. Maybe it’s the California weather maybe it’s the excitement of being home. The Beautiful Lies Tour bus finally rolled back into our home state of California after six months away. When we pulled into the amphitheater, we could see tanned kids in board shorts and bikini tops already lined up at the will call window. Security guards in polo shirts directed us to the artist parking lot, and we were officially home. Tonight we’ll be headlining our biggest show to date. We’re on tour without my brother, River, and still more than half of the shows are sold out, including tonight’s. River quit the band—touring just wasn’t for him but even so the album is on its way up the charts. Who knows it may even hit gold status. The songs on the album were written and sung by River but are performed in concert by Zane. Having him as my brother’s replacement has been the key to our successful transition in a world where replacing leads is normally unsuccessful—simply put, we’re lucky as hell to have him. River promised to make a surprise appearance at our next stop. It’s going to be epic.

But tonight is all about the arena—Mountain View and the Shoreline. “That’s enough,” I yell to the band and call rehearsal. This place is the biggest outdoor venue we’ve played and I couldn’t be more stoked—or more nervous. A sold out show and a rocking opening band—what a combination. But a lead singer with another cold and a weakened voice that can’t be heard throughout an amphitheater scares the shit out of me.

I head straight for the bus and spend the next few hours hashing out a song with Nix that he calls a jumbled mess of muscular sense and big-riff sunshine—whatever the hell that means. All I know is that it needs help and that’s why he’s turning to me. I hadn’t played guitar since I was eighteen but for some reason over the course of this tour I’ve picked it back up. At first I used whatever was lying around but last month I had my mother mail my old one to me and it feels like home. It’s a light blue and brown Gibson and I had to have it because it was the guitar that Slash played on. Playing again seems to help pass the time and brings a calm over me that I haven’t felt in awhile.


Hours pass and before I know it, it’s almost show time. We make our way over to the Amphitheater, do the typical festival schmooze fest, and then settle back to wait. Waiting for them to take the stage is always the most nerve-racking time. I’m sitting in the practically vacant makeshift meet and greet area back stage and sipping a beer in a worthless effort to calm my nerves when a voice travels through the sound system. It’s a powerful and emotive mezzo-soprano range that is nothing short of explosive. She sounds unlike any singer I’ve ever heard before—with only one exception, Ivy Taylor. I push back the memory of her name and the emotions it evokes—the memories are just too  painful. I can’t see her on stage but I know that the voice belongs to Jane Mommsen. Her band Breathless is playing right before The Wilde Ones.

A hand on my shoulder startles me. I twist and glance up as Amy sits down beside me, crossing her legs. “Hi, Xander. I thought I saw you earlier at the hotel.”

She’s a beautiful woman—long, wavy dark hair, petite figure, very natural looking. She’s wearing jeans, a blue shirt with some kind of foil design, and silver sandals. Grinning at her I say, “Finally we catch up. Can I get you a drink?”

“I’d love that. How’s life on the road been?”

“You know, it has its ups and downs but actually not bad. You?”

“Jane’s been going full-force for a while now. But the tour ends with the summer. I’ll be glad to be back in LA.”

Standing up, I laugh. “I know the feeling. I’ll be right back, let me grab us that drink.” Tossing my empty bottle, I make my way to the coolers lined up under the tent and grab two beers. I know she’d rather have a glass of Chardonnay but beer it is. Amy is Jane’s assistant and I’ve taken her out more than a few times. We went to high school together and Amy and I know most of the same people so whenever I need a date, I ask her. Last time I saw her was almost nine months ago when I took her to River and Dahlia’s wedding.

Heading back to the table I hear Jane yell out to the crowd, “Are you ready for three of the hottest guys in music?” The audience starts screaming and the stage lights dim cuing the guys that it’s the fifteen-minute countdown until they take the stage. The band huddles together in their typical pre-performance stance. I’ll have a quick drink with Amy and then join them. As I hand her the bottle my fingers touch hers and we both grin, knowing that we will end up alone by the end of the night.

“You sticking around for the whole show?”

“I think I might,” she smiles.

“How about we ride back to the hotel together and grab a real drink at the bar?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Great. Time for me to get back to work.”

She rises from the table, I do the same. She stands up on her toes and kisses me quickly on the lips. “See you tonight,” she smiles.

“Catch you later,” I say and then cross the room to join the band.

“You’re late,” Nix snickers. “What’s with you two anyway?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders. “Nothing. We casually see each other once in a while.”

Garrett raises an eyebrow. “Chicks are never cool with casual.”


Shaking my head at him, I don’t bother to disagree. Amy and I have been doing this for years. It works for her and for me. We like each other’s company but only see each other sporadically. I’ll call her once in a while and we’ll go out but we are in no way exclusive. I don’t ask her about other men and she doesn’t ask me about other women. I grab the bottle and pour the amber liquid into the shot glasses stacked on the cap. It’s our pre-show routine. A shot and a prayer, so to say. It’s Garrett’s turn tonight to ‘pray’ so this should be good.

He raises his glass. “Here’s to hoping Xander gets laid so he’ll get off our backs.”

Tipping my glass back, I quickly down the amber liquid. It burns as it makes its way down my throat. Once we’ve all drank our two shot maximum before a show Garrett follows his toast up with, “Seriously man, you need to get laid.”

The guys laugh and I actually join in. Jerking off in the small bathroom on the bus is definitely one of the downsides of touring. I’ve slept with a few girls at some of our stops but screwing groupies isn’t really my thing. I’m not one to have time for a girlfriend but I’m also not about to pull my dick out backstage, so it’s been a long six months.

Zane coughs after he slings back the shot and I look at him with concern. “You’re going to a doctor tomorrow.”

He shakes his head. “Yes, Mom, if you say so.”

“I’m not kidding. Your voice sounds like shit.”

“It’s a fucking cold. I took some medicine. I’ll be fine.”

“Doctor. Tomorrow. I mean it. I’ll have Ena set it up.”

“I can always sing,” Garrett chimes in and I smack the back of his head.

“Hey. I can.”

The lights start to flicker and I look at Zane with that feeling of uneasiness again. Second time this tour he’s coughing and hacking. We’re screwed if he really gets sick. He nods at me as I pat him on the back. Slinging his guitar over his shoulder, he heads out first raising his arm in the air. The crowd goes crazy. The six foot guy is a chick magnet and no one misses my brother tonight. Garrett heads out next yelling, “Great to be here Mountain View!” and Nix follows with his trademark nod. Zane skips his normal charming banter and I know he must be saving his voice. Again, I think about how we’re fucked if he gets sick.

I stand at the edge of the stage all night until they finally come to their last song. “It Wasn’t Days Ago,” is a simple but crowd affecting ballad and Zane belts it out. Shouts from nearly thirty thousand fans call for an encore. Turning away from the microphone Zane coughs again. Biting his thumbnail he looks over at me and I slice my finger across my neck.

“One more song for tonight,” he tells the screaming fans and my blood pressure rises. “This one is a cover, an ‘ode to’ I’ll call it. It’s for Xander Wilde, the band’s manager and it’s his favorite song. Everyone ready?” As he starts to sing Linkin Park’s “Iridescent,” I close my eyes and listen. When he hits the chorus his voice gets so low my eyes snap open. Zane turns to grab a bottle of water while the guys continue to play but I can tell something isn’t right.




Last night definitely didn’t go as planned—a visit to the ER, then sleeping in a chair next to Zane all night on the bus because the steroids he was given freaked him out. It’s noon and Amy and I are just arriving at the Pelican Hill Resort. Breathless was leaving right after the show last night so Amy had already planned to ride with us and meet up with them in Irvine. She invited me to some party being thrown by her band’s label that I would have rather not gone to but Ellie, the tour manager, insisted we all go for the good PR.

I’m exhausted and really need some sleep before dealing with the press and tomorrow night’s show. The paparazzi have been everywhere—by the bus as we exited to the waiting car in LA, outside the doctor’s office, at the gates of Zane’s father’s house, and now they’re here in Irvine at the hotel.

To avoid the chaos awaiting us in the lobby, I call Ellie, who is already here, and ask her to check me in and meet me at the pool bar with the key. Draping my arm around Amy, we head that way. I’ve been here a few times so I know my way around. Cutting through the grotto and over to the pool and cabanas, I steer Amy to the right and stop in my tracks as all the air rushes from my lungs.

My body floods with adrenaline and my gut twists. I don’t even have to do a double take because I’d know her anywhere. There’s no mistaking her. She’s just so beautiful—the elegant planes of her face, those high cheekbones, red lipstick, her platinum blonde hair shorter than it used to be tucked behind her ear, that face of an angel. She looks the same. No, she looks better. Her skin glistens in the sun and my gaze automatically follows the shape of her long legs. They look smooth and tan against her white bathing suit. An ache forms in my chest as I think about running my fingers up them. She’s still that eighteen-year-old girl I once knew but now she has the body of a woman—lean and toned and full of curves. When she moves it’s so familiar it doesn’t seem like a day has passed—and everything I ever felt for her, it’s all still inside me.


My pulse races at the mere sight of her. She’s lounging in the cushioned chair reading a magazine just outside a cabana. My heart slams harder in my chest when she sticks her earphones in her ears like she always used to do and it transports me back to the last time I saw her do the very same thing. We’d skipped school and were at my grandparents’ house—their pool. She was lying on the lounge chair listening to music and singing along—her voice so full of soul. I’d moved to sit with her under the guise of putting lotion of her back. She sat up and smiled that shy smile she didn’t need to have when she was with me. I squeezed the tube into my hand and after rubbing them together I slowly applied it to her back kneading my way up and down, touching every inch of her that I could.

It brings me back to the here and now when she suddenly sits up and looks over at me. Her eyes pin me in place. She looks at me as if she remembers me for who I was, what we were, not what I did to her. With my chest pounding, memories of us keep flashing through my mind. Fighting a smile, I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing—remembering what we were, what we shared, how we loved.

She quickly breaks our connection when she averts her eyes over to the man handing her a drink. I suck in a deep breath trying not to feel sick at the sight. He’s nearing fifty, wearing a terrycloth robe. He’s about my height, dark brown hair, meticulously groomed facial hair, and not exactly ripped but fit. He’s Damon Wolf, a man I’ve never actually met but hate all the same. I’ve seen their picture on TV and in magazines. He’s her agent, her fiancé, and I’m sure he’s the reason she’s not singing anymore.

She looks up at him with that same forced smile she used to give people she just wanted to appease and mouths “thank you.” I have a sudden urge to go over and deck him when her gaze shifts back to mine and he pulls her chin back to look at him. I can sense a discomfort between them. We could sense each other’s feelings even when we weren’t near each other.

Amy’s hand slides down my face and I have to blink a few times before I can hear what she’s saying. Glancing one last time at Ivy I see that she’s staring at me again. Then suddenly her mouth forms a scowl and she flicks her attention toward him. Hooking her arm around his neck, she pulls him down for a kiss and I think I might throw up.

“Are you okay?”

I nod. Not able to say a word.

“Isn’t that Ivy Taylor over there? The girl you used to date in high school?” Amy asks. There’s an irritated tone to her voice I’m not used to hearing and it makes me agitated.

“Yeah, it is,” is all I say. She’s not just a girl I used to date…she’s the only girl I ever really loved. She’s also the girl whose heart I broke. Seeing her now brings back all those feelings I blocked, ignored, tucked aside. So many times over the years I wanted to go after her and tell her the truth—but I never did. Why I don’t know. Then one day it was too late—she had gotten engaged.

Amy chatters on. “I think that’s Damon Wolf with her. We should go say hi.”

My body goes cold and my face blank at the thought. I straighten and just as I’m about to say, “No fucking way,” my phone vibrates in my pocket. Squinting at the screen, I see that it’s my brother. I look over to Amy and motion toward the bar. “Hey, this is River. I need to take it. I’ll meet you over there in a minute.”

“That’s fine. We can catch up with them later. I’ll go order us a drink.” She smiles and starts toward the bar.

Turning around to avoid staring at Ivy, I answer the phone. “It took you long enough to call me back.”

“I was in a meeting and stepped out as soon as I could, so don’t start. What did the doctor say about Zane?”

“He’s out for the rest of the tour and we’re fucked.”

“You sure? You’re back in LA for almost two weeks after tomorrow night right? Isn’t that enough time for him to heal?”

“Technically yes. But his old man wants him out. The doctor said that he couldn’t be sure how long the blood that accumulated under his vocal cords had been there but obviously last night, the amount of ruptured vessels was enough to cause his voice to change. He advised at least two weeks of rest before another evaluation to see if surgery is necessary. Zeak wants his son to take a longer period of time off. He’s just afraid that if Zane keeps singing and it keeps happening, scar tissue will build up and cause his voice to change forever.”

“Do you blame him?”

“No I don’t,” I tell River and I feel like shit that I have to put him in a position to do what he didn’t want to do in the first place. But I also know that if I don’t, the band won’t survive. If I have to cancel this tour—the Wilde Ones are done. So I ask, “Did you talk to Dahlia?”

He sighs. “Yeah, I did. She’s cool with it, Xander. I’m just trying to figure it all out.”

“You know I’ll do whatever you need me to do, right?”

“Shit why can’t you just be an ass and make it easy for me to say no?”

“Because you have no idea what this means to me.”

“Actually I do, and that’s why I’m going to make it happen. But Xander, remember I can’t play a twelve string.”

Laughter and relief take hold of me. I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. “Right now I wouldn’t care if you only played the violin,” I joke.

He laughs and I add, “You’ll be here tonight?”

Now he sounds slightly annoyed. “I said I would. We might be a little late so don’t get your panties in a wad.”

“That’s cool. Thanks for everything. Hey, one more thing.’


“Ivy Taylor’s here.”

“No way. Have you talked to her?”

“Fuck no. You know she won’t talk to me. And besides she’s with that asshole.”

“You should talk to her. Tell her the truth.”

“What’s that going to do now? She’ll just think I’m lying.”

“You want me to talk to her? I can explain everything.”

“No. I don’t need my little brother to fight my battles. I’ll talk to her if I feel the time is right. Do you hear me?”

“Whatever you say. Look, I have to run but I want to discuss this later. And Xander…you don’t know he’s an asshole. Just because Dad said his name once doesn’t mean shit.”

“Right. Okay, see you tonight,” I say and end the call. My head is spinning knowing that after all these years I’m actually in the same place she is. I want to talk to her, tell her everything but what would it matter now anyway. Glancing behind me, I catch another glimpse of her with him that turns my stomach. He’s such a slime ball. Since his father was hospitalized and he took over the business, he’s been scooping up labels, tearing them apart, and rebuilding them with bands he thinks are better fits. My guess is he picked up Jane’s label—that’s why he’s here. I heard they were having some financial difficulty and he’s just the kind of bottom feeder that would want to capitalize on not only being her agent but now also her producer. The sight of him touching Ivy makes my skin crawl.

Damon Wolf—two of the last words my father ever spoke to me before killing himself, and I never knew why. Of all the guys in the world Ivy had to end up with him—why him? I look up and they’re gone. But I’m anything but relieved. Rubbing my chin, I’m antsy, agitated, pissed as hell, but feel more alive than I have in years.



This giveaway is provided by NAL/Penguin

One lucky reader will win a print copy of Mended


Available June 3, 2013

About this Book:


Always in control, Xander Wilde considered life on the road to be a perfect fit for him. But when disaster strikes on the Wilde Ones’ latest tour, fate intervenes…and a newly single Ivy Taylor, the only girl he has ever loved, steps back into his life.

After moving past her painful breakup with Xander years ago, Ivy was poised to become the next big name in pop music…when suddenly she withdrew from the limelight—the same day she announced her engagement to her controlling agent, Damon Wolf.

Xander knows he should keep his distance. But once they’re on the road, he can’t resist pursuing her for a second chance. Yet a jealous Damon can’t let her go—and he’s keeping dangerous secrets that could destroy them all.

When the three of them come together, everything falls apart. But if Xander and Ivy can hold tight to the bond that connects them, they just might have a chance at reclaiming the powerful love they thought they had lost forever….

Pre-Order from


Read the rest of this entry »

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Lovely & The Lost by Page Morgan

May 12th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour 38 Comments »

Page MorganPlease welcome author Page Morgan here today for the first day of her The Lovely & The Lost Blog Tour! The Lovely & The Lost is the second novel in the Dispossessed series following The Beautiful & The Cursed. Page is here to discuss the churches that inspired the setting for the abbey that her characters live in. Want to know our thoughts on this series? Read Bridget’s reviews for The Beautiful & The Cursed and her review for The Lovely & The Lost by clicking on their titles.

A huge thanks to Page Morgan for today’s giveaway! One lucky reader will win 1 signed paperback of The Beautiful & The Cursed and a signed hardcover of The Lovely & The Lost plus signed swag!

About Page:

I’m the author of The Beautiful & The Cursed, a young adult novel about two sisters who, on their mission to find their missing brother, discover a veiled world of gargoyles and demons in the city of Paris. I’m currently writing the second and third novels in this series, which saps most of my brainpower. I live in New England with my husband and our three children, along with our ancient dog and arrogant cat, quickly sap the rest of it. I accept virtual gifts of coffee, chocolate, and cupcakes.

You can visit Page around the web here:

Website | Blog | Facebook | PinterestGoodreads

Want to read more from Page Morgan?

The Beautiful and the Cursed The Lovely and the Lost The Beautiful and the Curse... 


The Lovely & The Lost Tour Banner

Welcome to Gothic Paris

In the series The Waverly’s live in a beautiful abbey during the 1800’s in Paris.  There was just something about this setting that fascinated me so I asked Page to tell us what real life churches inspired her to create such an amazing home for these wonderful characters. Enjoy learning a little history and maybe you will now be able to better visualize what the abbey in the book looks like.

It can’t get any more Gothic than living in an ancient and derelict abbey, right? Especially one covered in stone gargoyles. I wanted a little creative license when it came to the Waverly’s new home, so instead of using an actual church in Paris, I decided to make L’Abbaye Saint Dismas an amalgamation of many Paris churches.

I took the twin bell towers and the insane number of gargoyles on my fictional abbey from the famous Notre Dame. It took over two centuries to build Notre Dame (the 12th through the 14th centuries) and its Gallery of Chimeras is home to the gargoyle that caught my imagination and inspired the Dispossessed series to begin with.

Notre Dame

(photo credit:

I based the interior of L’Abbaye Saint Dismas on the oldest church in Paris, Saint-Germain-des-Pres. Built in the 6th century, it has an exciting history (fires, Viking attacks, gun powder explosions during the Revolution!) but it was the slim nave, the vaulted ceilings and the choir that I loved about Saint-Germain-des-Pres. It’s a little run down these days, but the fact that it’s still standing after so many centuries is impressive.

St. Germain des Pres

When I decided my character, Vander Burke was going to be studying to be ordained, I chose to have him at the American Church in Paris. It makes sense for him, considering he’s American. But in 1899 the gorgeous copper-topped church that stands today on the quai d’Orsay wasn’t there. Thank goodness I caught that historical blunder before the book went to print! Instead, Vander would have studied at the church’s original site on rue de Berri, off the Champs Elysees. Sadly, the church is no longer there and I wasn’t successful finding anything more than a short description of the building.

American Church

And while I didn’t use it at all in the books, I can’t talk about my favorite churches in Paris without mentioning the small but beautiful Saint Chapelle. Right on the Ile de la Cite, tucked away in the courtyard of what is today the Palais de Justice, this little chapel was built just to house the famed Crown of Thorns worn by Jesus. The stained glass windows are simply beautiful and impossible to describe. Even pictures don’t do them justice, though as you can see, I tried!

Saint Chapelle

The Lovely & The Lost Tour Schedule

Thanks Page for visiting us today!



This giveaway is provided by Page Morgan!

One lucky reader will win 1 signed paperback of The Beautiful & The Cursed and a signed hardcover of The Lovely & The Lost plus signed swag!

The Lovely and the Lost

Available May 13, 2014 from Delacorte Press/Random House

About this Book:

For readers of Lauren Kate’s Fallen series comes the sequel to The Beautiful and the Cursed, The Lovely and the Lost finds the Waverly sisters in mortal danger and able to trust no one.

Ingrid and Gabby Waverly moved to France expecting a quiet reprieve from London gossip, but the truth they face in their new home has a sharper—and deadlier—sting.

Paris is plagued by an underworld of demons and gargoyles who all seem to want something from the Waverly girls. Saving Ingrid’s twin, Grayson, from the fallen angel Axia nearly killed them. And they’re still being hunted—only this time, demons aren’t their only predators.

Ingrid’s blood is special: it bestows the power to command gargoyles. It’s an ability no other human has, and in the wrong hands, it could be used to send her cursed guardian, Luc, and his fellow Dispossessed to extinction. There are those who will do anything to get Ingrid’s blood—and they see no value in human life.

The Alliance has vowed to protect the Waverlys, and a new gargoyle has been assigned to guard their abbey home alongside Luc. But no one can watch over Ingrid, Gabby, and Grayson all the time—which means the three must learn to fight for themselves.

Because darkness follows the Waverlys. And sometimes darkness comes in the form you trust the most.

Click HERE to read an excerpt

Pre-Order from


Read the rest of this entry »

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: +1 (from 1 vote)

Teaser Tour: Burning Dawn by Gena Showalter

April 22nd, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour 31 Comments »

Gena Showalter 2Next Tuesday, Burning Dawn, the third novel in Gena Showalter’s Angels of the Dark series will be released. Today we have an amazing quote from Burning Dawn to tease you until you can pick up your copy.

A huge thanks to Harlequin for today’s giveaway. One lucky winner will win a signed and personalized copy of Burning Dawn by Gena Showalter! Open to US addresses only.

About Gena

Gena Showalter is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author whose books have appeared in Cosmopolitan and Seventeen magazines, as well as Entertainment Weekly.  Her novel Red Handed has been optioned by Sony Television.  Critics have called her books “sizzling page-turners” and “utterly spellbinding stories,” while Showalter herself has been called “a star on the rise.”  Her mix of humor, danger and wickedly hot sex provides wildly sensual page-turners sure to enthrall.

You can visit Gena around the web here: Website | Twitter | Facebook

Harlequin: Twitter | Facebook

Want to read more from Gena Showalter?

The Darkest Night The Darkest Kiss The Darkest Pleasure The Darkest Whisper The Darkest Passion The Darkest Lie The Darkest SecretThe Darkest Surrender  (Lor...The Darkest Seduction (Lord...The Darkest Craving (Lords ...Awaken Me Darkly Enslave Me Sweetly Savor Me Slowly Seduce the Darkness Ecstasy in Darkness Dark Taste of RaptureHeart of the Dragon Jewel of Atlantis The Nymph King The Vampire's Bride The Amazon's CurseIntertwined Unraveled TwistedAlice in Zombieland Through the Zombie Glass The Queen of Zombie HeartsWicked Nights Beauty Awakened Burning DawnPlaying with Fire Twice as HotThe Stone Prince The Pleasure SlaveLast Kiss Goodnight Black and BlueRed Handed Blacklisted



Follow the rest of the tour for more steamy quotes:

April 21: Fantasy Book Addict

April 23: Vampire Book Club

April 24: Paranormal Romance Blog

April 25: Paranormal Cravings



This contest is provided by Harlequin

One lucky winner will win a signed and personalized copy of Burning Dawn

Burning Dawn

Available April 29, 2014 from Harlequin

About this Book:

New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter returns with a sizzling Angels of the Dark tale about a winged warrior renowned for his ruthlessness, and the woman who becomes his obsession…

A tormented past has left Thane with an insatiable need for violence, making him the most dangerous assassin in the skies. He lives by a single code: no mercy. And as he unleashes his fury on his most recent captor, he learns no battle could have prepared him for the slave he rescues from his enemy’s clutches—a beauty who stokes the fires of his darkest desires.

Elin Vale has her own deep-rooted scars, and her attraction to the exquisite warrior who freed her challenges her every boundary. But Thane’s unwavering determination to protect her means she must face her greatest fears—and enter a world in which passion is power, and victory means breathtaking surrender.

Click HERE to read an excerpt

Pre-Order from


Read the rest of this entry »

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: +1 (from 1 vote)

Blog Tour: Resurrection by Amy Carol Reeves

April 18th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour Comments Off

Amy Carol ReevesPlease welcome author Amy Carol Reeves to Dark Faerie Tales! She recently released the final book in the Ripper Trilogy, Resurrection, on April 8, 2014 from Flux Publishing. Want to know our thoughts on this series? Read Bridget’s reviews for Ripper and Renegade by clicking on their titles. The review for Resurrection will follow this post.

Author Bio:

Amy Carol Reeves has a PhD in nineteenth-century British literature. She lives in Columbia, South Carolina where she works as an Assistant Professor of English at Columbia College and writes young adult books. When not teaching, writing, or spending time with her family, she likes jogging with her Labrador retriever, Annie, and daydreaming about Bront? novel hunks. Resurrection is her third novel.

You can visit Cassie around the web here: Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook

Want to read more from Amy Carol Reeves?

Ripper Renegade Resurrection


DFT: To start things off would you like to tell us about the Ripper series and what inspired you to write it?

Amy: I’ve always been fascinated with the Jack the Ripper story—specifically that it could happen during the seemingly well-behaved Victorian period. I got the idea to write a historical fiction book about it after going on Donald Rumbelow’s Jack the Ripper tour in London during graduate school.

DFT: I loved that Abbie was so independent and even though she could easily live a pampered life she decides instead to work at the hospital. Was it difficult to make Abbie a realistic character that was so different from the average rich girl in a time period where it was looked down upon for privileged women to work?

Amy: What helped me make her situation realistic was creating her unusual background in Ireland. Who knows? She might have turned out very differently if she had been raised by her Grandmother in Kensington. But I think the fact that her mother was independent and would naturally raise Abbie with her values, made her situation more believable. Furthermore, her mother had to make her living as a governess, so it wasn’t like Abbie was raised in a wealthy environment. It was quite a shock to her when after her mother’s death she was suddenly plunged into Lady Westfield’s world!

DFT: My favorite thing about the Ripper series is that it is set in London in the late 1800’s. This has always been one of my favorite settings for a book.  What is it about London that made you choose it as your setting?

Amy: London was the center of everything during the Victorian period. It had essentially replaced Paris at that point in history as a rising city. The Great Exhibition of 1851 was a big deal for the Victorians, showcasing for the world all of England’s treasures and achievements.  And yet, there was a “darker” side to Victorian London—I feel as if the display at the Great Exhibition of metal noses to mask the scarring of syphilis gestured to this.  During the Victorian period, there was a population explosion and rising poverty and prostitution particularly in East End London. Infant mortality and illness and were just a few of the problems plaguing this part of London.

DFT: I also really liked that you implemented historical facts into a work of fiction. Why did you decide to feature the famous story of Jack the Ripper in your book? And how difficult was it to combine the historical elements with the fictional elements?

Amy: Besides my own fascination with the Jack the Ripper story, it’s one of those topics that piques everyone’s interest. Like Sherlock Holmes and Dracula, the Jack the Ripper story is one piece of Victorian history/literature that most people are familiar with. Truthfully, it wasn’t that difficult to combine the historical facts surrounding the Jack the Ripper murders with my own fictional story. As much as possible, I tried to keep the timeline and facts surrounding the five canonical murders accurate and then I wrote my own story around it.


DFT: William and Simon really couldn’t be more different, but Abbie cares deeply for both of them. What is it about each of them that she finds so appealing? Did you always envision them being such polar opposites?

Amy: Always. They were always supposed to be opposites. The love triangle is based on the love triangle between St. John Rivers, Rochester, and Jane in Jane Eyre. It’s one of my favorite love stories—where both men have different virtues (and flaws!) to offer her and yet she must choose. Simon is steady, rational, and disciplined, much more in control of his feelings than William. William is well…not in control of his emotions, but Abbie loves his raw honesty and his unpredictable personality.

DFT: What famous person do you picture when you think of Abbie? William? Simon?

Amy: Hmmm….that’s a difficult question. Truthfully, I could see Emma Watson as Abbie. I really struggle in my mind over who could play William and Simon in a movie version of Ripper.

DFT: Out of all the characters you created in the Ripper series, which one was your favorite? Which one was the most difficult to write?

Amy: Abbie is, of course, my favorite character. I like watching her develop from the stubborn girl trying to get her mother’s brooch back from the pickpocket in the opening scene of Ripper, to a more knowledgeable character facing the Ripper. In terms of the most difficult character to write, I had a hard time with the Ripper. He needed to be a dangerous murderer, and yet I wanted his character more complicated. I wanted the reader (and Abbie) to see how he became the murderer that he is in the trilogy. He has a long history, much of it interconnected with Abbie’s mother; this history is revealed in Resurrection and it deepens Abbie’s understanding of what drives him and why he is so obsessed with her.

DFT: If it’s possible without spoiling anything, what was your favorite scene to write in Resurrection?

Amy: I had many favorite scenes in this book, but I have to say, one of my favorite (and most difficult) scenes to write was Abbie’s final showdown with the Ripper. The previous books had been building up to this, so I wanted to write it well. Without giving away spoilers, I will say that I had tons of fun destroying Lady Westfield’ s lovely home during the scene.  :-)

DFT: This was the end of the Ripper series, so can you tell us about any other projects you may have in the works right now?

Amy: I’ll probably write another historical fiction. Right now, I’m doing a lot of research on different eras that I’m interested in. The reading and research is always fun!



Available April 8, 2014 from Flux

About this Book:

When she catches Edmund Wyatt following her through the streets of London, Abbie Sharp learns that every British monarch for hundreds of years has known about—and financially supported—the Conclave. Furious that the monarchy would cooperate with such a nefarious group, Abbie refuses Wyatt’s request for help in catching the person who is blackmailing Queen Victoria with this secret information. But a far greater threat emerges when the Ripper, Max, returns and brings a string of new murders with him. Abbie must choose whether to help the Queen she now despises or stop Max from succeeding at his most diabolical plan yet—the creation of a whole new Conclave aimed at usurping the British throne.

Click HERE to read an excerpt

Order from


VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)

Blog Tour & Excerpt: Telling Tales by Charlotte Stein

March 30th, 2014 Kristie Posted in Blog Tour Comments Off

If you are a huge fan of erotic romance then you’ll have a lot of fun with today’s excerpt from Telling Tales by Charlotte Stein! Telling Tales was recently re-released from Sourcebooks Casablanca on March 4, 2014.

About Charlotte:

Charlotte Stein has published over thirty short stories, novellas and novels, including entries in The Mammoth Book of Hot Romance and Best New Erotica 10. Her collection of short stories was named one of the best erotic romances of 2009 by Michelle Buonfiglio, and her first novel, Control, was recently called “…a non-stop crazy hot sex book”.When not writing non-stop crazy hot sex books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms and occasionally lusting after hunks. She lives in West Yorkshire with her husband and their imaginary dog.

You can visit Charlotte around the web here: Website | Blog | Twitter

Want to read more from Charlotte Stein?

ShelteredDeep DesiresAddictedControlRestraintDoubledCurve BallRun To YouMake MePower PlayTelling TalesReawakening (Forever Dead, #1)Raw HeatPast Pleasures (Desire Thro...All Other ThingsCloserThe Things That Make Me Giv...Waiting In VainEver UnknownAlmost RealTigerlilyThe HorizonGivingWordlessGuarded


Telling Tales Excerpt

Kitty snuck across the hallway well before I ever even considered it, and now she’s in the middle of a marathon sex session with the object of all my hopes and dreams.

God, I hate that he’s the object of my hopes and dreams. I hate Kitty for one bright, burning, selfish second, because she’s brave and I’m not, and she’s lovely and I’m not, and she doesn’t have to be a eunuch for the rest of her life, and I somehow do.

And then I get to the door with my mind this boiling cauldron of stupid ideas—-like how I’m going to barge in and accuse Wade of cheating on a girlfriend he doesn’t actually have, or accuse Kitty of betraying a friend over something she doesn’t even know about, or have some kind of ridiculous meltdown where I say words that aren’t even really English, just the blind tumbling result of my stupid heartache—-and I just can’t do any of it. I can see them through the crack in the door, and I have to simply stand there and watch my hero twisting into some pretty incredible shapes with a person who is not me.

I have to watch him lift both of her legs over his shoulders until she’s almost bent double on the bed, and then pound into her as though sex is going to disappear tomorrow. Whoever invented fucking is going to revoke everybody’s license, and from then on we have to spend our days shaking hands or violently waving.

I wish I’d done more than that in the short window of sex we all had. For one far too long and not–quite–agonizing second, I find myself gazing at them with my mouth actually open. Heartache falls by the wayside in the face of this, because by God I’ve never seen a man flip a woman like that. He just gets hold of her hips and somehow she’s on her front, even though I’m sure such a move should have dislocated her hip.

Of course, I’ve seen things like this in porn. I’m aware that most people have more athletic sex than I’ve ever had. But even so, it’s different when it’s close up. It’s different when it’s only inches away from me, and I can see the look on Kitty’s face when she turns it to one side and bites at her own arm.

Telling Tales

She looks like someone who realizes there’s going to be no more sex tomorrow. She looks desperate and blissed out and she’s making this noise—-this ah ah ah noise—-that I can hardly stand to hear. It forces unwanted feelings through my body, and I know they’re there because I just have to squeeze my legs together against them.

God, what must it be like to feel that way? To have someone pounding into you over and over again, so hard I can see her little cupcake breasts bouncing beneath the curve of her body, and when I dare to flick my attention to Wade I can make out every muscle in his tensing stomach, all ab–tacular and hard as anything and fuck, fuck.

This is too much. Did he look this way, before? He had a good, strong swimmer’s body, I know that much. But I can’t recall him being so hairy or having those ropey, muscular arms or those actual high, firm pecs. He looks so rippling, so hard–bodied—- though I suppose the overall effect is added to by the sheen of sweat all over him. It’s as though he slid out of the pages of Men’s Health only five seconds earlier, and I’m not ashamed to admit I can’t take my eyes off it.

Though maybe it’s partly because I don’t want to look at the two most obvious eye–magnets: his cock, and his face. If I look at his cock or his face, I swear I’ll die. He’s saying some pretty dirty things—-Take it, take it, you little slut , among others—-and that’s enough all on its own. It’s enough to make me press my legs together tighter, tighter, and I can feel I’m sweating through my pajamas, I know I am, I know any second I’m going to touch myself like the guy in Wade’s story.

And then I look up at his face—-just as Kitty says something disgusting like Ohhhh yeah, fuck my slick cunt —-and of course he’s staring right at me. Of course he is. He’s staring right at me as he fucks her, this look on his face like something the Devil would do on realizing he’s corrupted another innocent soul, and I back right up in a hurry until I crack my shoulder blades against the wall.

I realize I’m breathing hard. Probably hard enough for Kitty to hear, if she takes a second in between ordering him to Fuck her pussy harder, goddammit . I almost laugh hearing my little pixie girl being such a bossy–boots in bed, but then my mind flashes on Wade’s grinning, mischief–lit face again and I’m too shocked to get the sound out. I think I’ll be too shocked to make a sound tomorrow, actually. In fact, I think I’m too shocked to ever make another sound from now until the end of time, because God I don’t know how I feel about any of this.

I can’t even find bitterness, anymore, which seems very odd indeed. Instead I just seem all juiced up with too much sex, and when I try to walk back toward my room all I can manage is a kind of vague slide along the wall.

Of course it’s only once I’m tucked back in my bed, staring at the ceiling like a ghost of myself, that I actually dare to admit what I wasn’t sure I’d seen before.

He beckoned me in. He jerked his head in the universally accepted gesture for “come on in, the water’s fine.” And then he winked, and I broke my back against the hallway wall, before slithering back to my room like the proper little eunuch I am.

Of course, the sleeping situation is even worse now. I catch myself staring at the alarm clock I brought with me—-the one I’ve perched, incongruously, on the ornate dresser in the corner of the room—-watching the neon numbers flick by, one at a time. 4:36 a.m. 4:37 a.m.

Jesus, what a nightmare. So typical, too—-of course he’s fucking Kitty! Of course he is. I come here hoping for one thing, and get a face full of that instead. With possible weird threesomes thrown into the bargain. And then in the insane aftermath I get my body humming like an overheated tractor, everything between my legs all swollen and heavy and obviously soaked.

In fact, I think I’ve soaked through my pajama bottoms. Whenever I move everything feels wet down there, though I don’t want to move because when I do my clit sparks and my pulse beats slow and heavy all the way through my sex and the urge to masturbate is just incredible.

But I won’t, I won’t, because I’m heartbroken. And because it’s weird. And because I’m going to keep telling myself those two things until I utterly believe them.


Telling Tales

Available March 4, 2014 from Sourcebooks Casablanca

About this Book:

Allie has held a brightly burning torch for Wade since college. They were part of a writing group together, and everything about those days with him and their friends Kitty and Cameron fills her with longing. When their former Professor leaves them his rambling mansion in his will, it’s a chance for them to reunite. But there’s more than friendship bubbling beneath the surface.As secrets are revealed and relationships rekindled, the stories get dirtier and the stakes get higher. And now Allie’s realized that she isn’t quite sure who she wants…fun-loving Wade, or quiet, restrained Cameron. Neither have been honest about their feelings, and now they have the chance to act on all of the tales that ignite their most primal desires.

Order from


VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)
VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 0 (from 0 votes)
Related Posts with Thumbnails