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It’s Shadowfever Release Day! Finally!!
I can’t wait to settle down with a cup of tea, a certain death-by-sex Fae, a couple of hot Scotts, and my much beloved Jericho Z Barrons. Sigh.
But before I get ahead of myself, here are a couple final quotes from Dreamfever to tie you over until you can get to the bookstore.
“You’re better than that, Mac.”
“Better than what?” I said coolly.
“Lashing out because you hurt. He’s not the one who hurt you. He’s the one who brought you back.”
“Do you know what his idea of bringing me back was?” I snapped.
There was a smile in Ryodan’s voice. “I volunteered for the job. He didn’t seem at all touched by my offer.”
Ryodan and Mac
It looked like I was holed up for the night.
I had few expectations that sleep would come. I’d lost everything. I was stranded in the Silvers. My stones were gone. There was a deadly monster collecting my things and pissing circles around me, and I had no idea what to do next.
January 18th, 2011 at 8:00 am
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Dreamfever, After the walls come tumbling down…
Our abbey’s been compromised, but we won’t give an inch. No way Shades are taking our home and turning it into a Dark Zone. One by one we’ll hunt ‘em down and force ‘em out.
Yesterday, there was one inside Sorcha’s boot. Clare saw it happen. Said Sorcha just kind of vanished down into her shoe, clothes collapsed around it. When we dumped the boot upside down on the front steps in the sunshine, a papery husk, jewelry, and two fillings spilled out, followed by a Shade that shattered into a zillion pieces. None of us is putting on our shoes now without shaking the crap out of ‘em and shining flashlights deep. I been wearing sandals a lot, even though it’s cold. What a way to go: death-by-shoe-Shade. I grin. I have a black sense of humor. You try living my life, see what color yours turns.
If I know Jericho Barrons, he was walking around feeling like his dick was the most huge, magnificent, perfect, important creation under the sun.
Which — I winced — I vaguely recalled telling him a time or two.
Well… maybe several times.
“How charming,” V’lane cut us off. His voice arrived before he did. “The very portrait of human domestic bliss. She’s on the floor, you’re towering over her. Did he strike you, MacKayla? Say the word and I’ll kill him.” …
“As if you could,” said Barrons.
“Perhaps not. But I do enjoy thinking about it.”
“Bring it on, Tinker Bell.”
V’lane and Barrons
January 17th, 2011 at 8:00 am
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From Faefever, the beauty that is V’lane and the royal Fae…
“My name on your tongue. I cannot teach you to say it. Humans do not possess the ability to form such sounds. But I can give it to you. With my mouth, I can place it on your tongue. Then you have but to release my name to the wind, and I will appear.” ~ V’lane
The Seelie princes know where we live, too, but it’s the grown woman they’re after. They hunt us in our own bodies, tracking us without mercy into the darkest corners of our libido. They seduce the Madonna; they celebrate the whore. They serve our sexual needs tirelessly, gorging on our passion, amplifying it, and slamming it back at us a thousandfold. They are masters of all our desires. They know the limits of our fantasies; they take us to the edge and leave us there, hanging by shredded fingernails above a bottomless gorge, begging for more.
Even when he’s fully muted, there’s magic in a death-by-sex Fae’s hands. They make you feel like you’re being touched by the only man who could ever know you, understand you, give you what you need. Illusion, deception, and lie, perhaps, but it still feels real. The mind may know the difference. But the body doesn’t. The body is a traitor.
January 16th, 2011 at 8:00 am
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More Fever goodness, this time from Bloodfever…
“Why have you chosen to spare me?”
“I want us to be… what is your word? Friends.”
“Psychotic rapists don’t have friends.”
“I was unaware you were a psychotic rapist or I would not have offered.”
Mac and V’lane
“One day you may kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.”
And from Faefever…
“People think about having sex all the time,” I said irritably. “Are you aware of every time you’re thinking about it, and who with?”
“Bless the saints, no. I wouldn’t get anything done. Most of the time it’s just background music, you know, sex-sex-sex-find-it-have-it-drown-in-it-before-more-perfectly-good-sperm-die, playing in my head, to an easy, sensuous beat, then somebody like you walks in and it ratchets up to that Nine Inch Nails song my uncle plays all the time for his wife.” He grimaced. “We leave the castle and go somewhere else when he does that.”
Mac and Christian
January 14th, 2011 at 1:36 am
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In preparation for my upcoming trip to New Orleans for the launch party for KMM’s Shadowfever I decided to read the first four books of the Fever series back-to-back-to-back-to-back. Can I have a fan-girl moment here where I just squee and say “OMG Jericho Barrons is sooo HOT!”? He’s my first new Book Boyfriend of 2011. I love the entire series, of course, but it’s Jericho that has me turning page after page.
I even listened to Darkfever, the first book in the series, as my first ever adult audio book. I have the audio versions of Bloodfever, Faefever, and Dreamfever as well and you can bet that I’m going to listen to them before Shadowfever launches on the 18th. I don’t even know exactly what Jericho is (Seelie King? Shapeshifter? Alien? Other?) but I just can’t get enough of this character.
The ending of Dreamfever almost killed me. I can honestly say that it is one of the best cliff-hangers that I have ever encountered – the kind where you find yourself yelling out loud at the book – “What!?! Ohmygod, No! Please tell me that wasn’t who I think it was. No, it couldn’t be. It must have been someone else; it must have been…” Needless to say, I can’t wait to get my hands on Shadowfever.
To help pass the time between now and the midnight launch party I’m going to dedicate a series of Dog Ears to Ms Moning and the Fever series.
Let’s begin with a few lines from Darkfever…
Not that I like the Seelie any better. I don’t. The only good Fae is a dead Fae in my book. It’s just that the Seelie aren’t quite as lethal as the Unseelie. They don’t kill us on sight. They have a use for us.
Though they barely credit us with sentience, they have a taste for us in bed.
When they’re done with a woman, she’s a mess. It gets in her blood. Unprotected Fae-sex awakens a frenzy of sexual hunger inside a woman for something she should never have had to begin with, and will never be able to forget. It takes a long time for her to recover – but at least she’s alive.
“There are two kinds of people in this world, Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost, and those who are walking victims.” He pressed his lips to the side of my neck. I felt his tongue where my pulse fluttered, tracing my vein. “You, Ms. Lane, are a victim, a lamb in a city of wolves. I’ll give you until nine P.M. tomorrow to get the bloody hell out of this country and out of my way.”
January 7th, 2011 at 7:26 pm
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Finishing up with a couple last quotes from Gena Showalter’s The Darkest Kiss… **Warning: HOT**
Anchoring his hands under Anya’s ass, Lucien hefted her up. Her legs immediately hooked around his waist, placing the new center of his universe in close proximity to his cock. He rocked against her, the action as necessary as breathing.
Moaning, she bit down on his bottom lip. He felt a shiver move through her. “More,” she gasped out.
“Oh, I’ve been bitten, just not anywhere you can see. Unlike you,” he added with a smiling glance at her neck.
Lucien had been in the process of drinking his juice, which he promptly choked on. Grinning, Anya pounded on his back. “I think you shocked him.”
“Not possible,” William said, studying Lucien. “We could hear the two of you going at it like rabbits. Stunned the hell out of me, but I have to say, making this little minor goddess beg for it was a nice touch.”
“Thank you,” Lucien said when his coughs subsided. But there was warning in his tone.
“I’m not minor, you dirty man-whore!”
November 30th, 2010 at 08:00 am
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Another short excerpt from Gena Showalter’s The Darkest Kiss…
When she straightened he was there, just in front of her. Her breath caught. He was still scowling, teeth bared and sharp, Death glowing in his eyes. He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit.
Her nose wrinkled. “Step in something?” she asked innocently.
“That, I did not mind.” He took a menacing step toward her. “What I did mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.”
November 25th, 2010 at 08:00 am
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A couple more quotes from Gena Showalter’s super hot read, Ecstasy in Darkness…
Her grin returned. “Tsk, tsk, McKell. You should know it’s rude to ignore your host.”
Change the subject. Save yourself, her. “It’s also rude to stab your host.” There. Better. Except, the reminder failed to enrage him. She’d gotten the better of him, which meant she was strong, capable, and that suddenly filled him with … pride.
All that lovely amusement faded. “Here’s another tidbit. It’s also rude to remind your host of the time she stabbed you.”
Currently, Johnny was with the other agent who like to stare at Ava. Jeremy was his name, and his scent was similar to Johnny’s. Perhaps they were brothers. They kept pace beside each other, unaware of the vampire stalking their every move and listening to their every word.
“You gotta leave that girl alone,” Jeremy said.
Ah. He was the smart one.
“You’re my twin, bro. Not my probation officer. I don’t have to do anything.”
“Maybe you didn’t notice the rabid vampire eyeing you like man-corn all night.”
“I noticed,” was the grumbled reply. Johnny rubbed his nose, his swollen jaw. “I think he sucker-punched me, like, ten times.”
November 23rd, 2010 at 08:00 am
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I just love Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld series — sexiest Demons, evah! Here are a couple quotes from The Darkest Kiss, the Demon of Death’s book…
Her gaze swept over him, and she stilled in renewed amazement. He was utterly magnificent. Rainbow-colored strobe lights rained down on his face and body, a body so finely sculpted it could have been chiseled from stone. He wore a black tee and stone-washed jeans, and both hugged rope after rope of hand-over-your-panties muscle. Mine.
“I said no touching,” he barked.
Her gaze snapped back to his and she held up her hands, palms out. “I’m not touching you, sweetcakes.” But I want to… I plan to… I will.
“Your gaze suggests otherwise,” he said tightly.
She — appeared right beside him and punched him in the eye.
“Bastard,” she snarled. … “For you to try and take my freedom… Oh! I could seriously saw you in half with one of my fingernails.”
November 21st, 2010 at 08:00 am
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A few quotes from Something Wicked, the highly entertaining follow up to Michelle Rowen’s The Demon in Me…
Andy went behind his desk, sat down heavily, and pulled a silver flask from his top drawer. He unscrewed the lid and drank deeply from the contents before wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand.
“Christ on a cracker!” he exclaimed. “This has been the craziest day ever!”
“If all you’re looking for is my boss, then yeah. But if you’re looking for something else” — he placed a hand on Eden’s thigh — “then I might be able to help you.”
She looked down at his hand. “Do you have a death wish?”
Stanley removed his hand. “You’re a difficult woman to love.”
“May I?” Darrak indicated Andy’s facial bandage.
“You want to look?” he asked. “Kind of morbid, don’t you think?”
“I just need to check something.”
“Then go ahead.” Andy eyed the door. “But Nurse Ratched will have a fit if she sees you. The women here… not charmed by me bleeding all over the place.”
November 18th, 2010 at 08:00 am
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From Gena Showalter’s Ecstasy in Darkness…
Good news: even vampires were perverts.
“What?” she demanded again, looking down and seeing something golden — letters, she realized — smeared on her skin, just above her bra. She frowned, sniffed. Butterscotch. Mmm. Her stomach rumbled. “What does it say?”
Noelle just grinned at her.
She tilted her head, trying to decipher all four of those letters. When she did, she gnashed her molars in irritation. And more admiration, damn it, followed by a stupid wave of giddiness.
McKell had taken her lipgloss and spelled the word DIBS.
“And she loves butterscotch. Buy her as much butterscotch as you can find. She’ll want a treat when she wakes up.” …
“Why would I lie about butterscotch?”
November 16th, 2010 at 08:00 am
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Here are a couple lines from Laura Wright’s Eternal Hunger that I really liked…
“We’re going to hell for this,” he uttered against her neck, her vein that throbbed with life.
“Good,” she said, clinging to him. “I love to sweat.”
Her whole body was shaking now. From cold, and from concern that perhaps Alexander saw her mind and heart better than she ever could. “Go home.”
His eyes locked with hers. “I am home. Wherever you are…”
November 15th, 2010 at 9:48 am
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