Can Kate rise to these challenges, discover the truth ~ The Long Road Home: Romantic Murder Mystery by Carolyn Bowen

Can Kate rise to these challenges, discover the truth ~ The Long Road Home: Romantic Murder Mystery by Carolyn Bowen

After a lifetime of being protected and sheltered by her parents, Kate is thrown into a state of turmoil after their sudden death. With nowhere else to turn, she finds herself living with her fiancé, a conniving businessman who is well on his way to becoming a corrupt super-lawyer. At the same time, Kate’s father’s law firm houses more secrets than a politician’s hard drive. Later, she receives a shocking surprise when a long-lost half-brother enters her life. Can Kate rise to these challenges, discover the truth and re-emerge as a stronger, smarter version of herself?

The story is an intriguing spin on fallen angels and demons ~ His Soul to Hold (Dark Knights of Heaven Book 2) by TW Knight

The story is an intriguing spin on fallen angels and demons ~ His Soul to Hold (Dark Knights of Heaven Book 2) by TW Knight

Soulless and exiled from Heaven the Dark Knights have not abandoned their duty. For millennia they’ve battled demons, protecting human kind from Lucifer’s servants. Less than a year ago hundreds of demons escaped Hell world-wide, stretching the Knights resources to their limits. Now they face the greatest challenge of all—discovering love.

Breanna Thorn spent the last ten years fighting demons with her twin brother Sam, and she’s damn good at it. But at twenty three all she really wants is a normal life with dating, college and quiet. To balance the life she wants and the life she has, Bree studies demons and other supernatural creatures in hopes of better understanding the enemy. When she meets fallen angel Bass, Bree encounters a complication she never saw coming—love.

Bass’ persona of hedonism begins to crumble when he meets Breanna. She’s beautiful, intelligent, a kick ass fighter and the vessel for his immortal soul. He knows he’s no good for her but no matter how hard he tries to make Bree hate him; she keeps finding a way into his heart. He’ll do anything to keep her safe even if it means giving up everything he is.

After their parents are killed by monsters, demons, Sam Thorn focuses his life on protecting his sister and hunting the creatures that changed their lives. Now he finds himself swept up in a world where he’s surrounded by monsters and at risk of losing his sister—something he cannot, will not allow. When the rage burning inside him breaks free Sam finds he is a greater danger than the monsters he fears.

Hogart once walked the halls of Heaven, now he battles with voices in his head driving him further and further into madness. Being taken in by his fellow fallen angels, The Dark Knights, is both a blessing and a curse. Their energy quiets the demon within him but now he is permanently housed with the twins Sam and Breanna. The voices insist he kill them; his heart says otherwise. 

I am an avid reader of paranormal and I would certainly recommend this book. The story is an intriguing spin on fallen angels and demons. I can’t wait to see where the author takes these fallen angels and their soul-keepers. Along with Bass’ soul-keeper Bree we are introduced to Bree’s brother Sam and a new fallen angel, Hogart. The character development is handled well and a little more complicated in this book as the charactors are faced with self doubt, PTSD and questions about their own future. More secrets and complications are revealed creating more questions and another mystery.

5 Star Review



C. Giguere5.0 out of 5 stars Teague is back…Yay!

Reviewed in the United States on October 2, 2014Verified PurchaseI have been waiting for a sequel to the Ninja Tattoo and finally, it is here. Like before, the author delivers not only bad ass male characters but introduces us to Nedeya, a friend of Teague’s who can go toe to toe with the bad guys. Nedeya is involved in a military conspiracy when she witnesses her fiance being killed. While on the run, she is framed for his murder and so she must go deep into hiding just to survive. Nedeya’s friend Aileen, reaches out to Teague on her behalf but the only problem is, Aileen’s his ex! And let’s just say, that relationship didn’t end very well.

To make matters more complicated, Nedeya doesn’t want to be found. Covering her tracks well, Teague is forced to rely on the help of friends to assist on this mission impossible before it’s too late.

There are steamy scenes, action and even an explosion in this romance novel which is why it should be call a 21st century romance. There are no damsels here, and no bodice ripping nonsense, just a story about friendship, love and sacrifice. That’s why I gave Conduct Unbecoming 5 stars.


Welcome to Florida where there are sandy beaches, balmy breezes—and dead bodies on the beach. When Aileen calls asking Teague to look for their friend, Nadeya, he can’t say no. Nadeya is dangerous and damaged, having seen her fiancé murdered. She’s spent the last few years tracking down the men who killed him, seeking justice—or, at least, vengeance. When a body turns up on the beach, identical to a man Nadeya said she was looking for, suspicion targets her. Teague knows Nadeya is innocent, but proving it won’t be easy.






It’s small-town Nebraska in the late 1970’s and life in the small Midwestern town is quiet and uneventful. That’s what Libby Marshall and Bobby Menedez think until Bobby’s cousin, Ramon is beaten by a group of white boys because he is dating a white girl. Libby and Bobby realize that their relationship might make them targets, but they believe their love is stronger than hate. But is it? Something quite evil lies hidden Under the Western Sky.

C. Giguere5.0 out of 5 stars A Timely Book That’s Totally Retro!

Reviewed in the United States on June 23, 2013Verified PurchaseBobby Menendez has it tough, he is a Mexican teenager in a small town that has more than its share of racial tension. On top of that, he is dating Libby Marshal, a blond hair blue eyed white girl. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the local bigots who are determined to make Bobby’s life and everyone he loves, hell. Betrayed by his best friend, Bobby is left to face his enemies on his own all the while trying to protect Libby.A plan is hatched and traitors close in on all sides while unlikely allies appear to fight at Bobby’s side. Secrets are exposed and the people Bobby thought he knew, reveal their true nature. In an effort to protect themselves and preserve their “perfect” town, it is decided Bobby must die. This is when all hell breaks loose!Under the Western Sky is a story that could have easily been ripped from today’s headlines only it takes place in the 1970’s. I could almost hear the hiss from the turntable as the Santana record played while Bobby and Libby danced together. Dellani Oakes does an awesome job at depicting the era as well as the issues that plagued that period.Under the Western Sky is filled with action, romance and suspense which will leave readers glued to the pages or eReader which ever you prefer. I give it 5 stars.


May I Misquote You?


This was originally written June 2, 2010, for my Fun in Writing group. The topic for the week was a special adage. Since I couldn’t really get my head around that, I wrote this instead. ~ Dellani

I couldn’t think of anything to fit this subject, so I changed it up a little to quotes that are frequently misquoted. Shakespeare suffers a lot from this, but so do movies, plays, books and even songs.

One that springs to mind, since I just saw it on DVD, is from Hamlet. When he’s in the graveyard and picks up the skull, he’s often misquoted as saying, “Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him well.” Not so! He says, “Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio.”

A second one, also from Hamlet, when the queen is asked her opinion of the play: “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.” Instead, it’s: “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

Another one, this time from MacBeth: “Bubble, bubble toil and trouble.” When if fact, it’s “Double, double toil and trouble.”

Leaving Shakespeare for the moment, let’s reflect on a couple of Bogart movies. The main one misquoted is from Casablanca. It is, of course, in reference to their famous song. So often, this line is not only misquoted, it’s attributed to the wrong character. How often have we seen Bogart impersonators take on the famous overbite and say, “Play it again, Sam.”

He doesn’t even say the line! Ingrid Bergman spoke to Sam and said, “Play it, Sam.”

From another Bogart movie, the famous whistle quote. I’ve always heard, “You know how to whistle, just pucker up and blow.” Lauren Bacall didn’t say that at all. “You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.” (Though I like pucker up and blow better.)

Moving on to another movie icon, Mae West. We’ve all heard “Come up and see me sometime.” She actually said, “Why don’t you come up some time and see me?”

One of my favorite misquotes of all time was said by Clint Eastwood in Dirty Harry. Everyone always says, “Do you feel lucky, punk?” Poor Harry didn’t say that at all. He said, “Ah-ah. I know what you’re thinking: ‘Did he fire six shots, or only five?’ Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But, being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do ya, PUNK?”

So, in conclusion, I leave you with a great quote, (which is correct) and sums up my point perfectly: “What we’ve got here… is a failure to communicate!”


Imagine being taken away from your family, friends, job and everything you love ~ His Soul to Keep (Dark Knights of Heaven Book 1) by TW Knight

Imagine being taken away from your family, friends, job and everything you love ~ His Soul to Keep (Dark Knights of Heaven Book 1) by TW Knight

Where fallen angels battle Hell’s demons, find their lost souls, and discover love while hunting for a prophecy that holds the key to either their redemption or their destruction.

At twenty-eight, Cassidy Long is happy with her life. She has a job she loves, a great family, and a future open to possibilities. That all changes after she discovers she is the vessel for the immortal soul of an angel cast out of Heaven, and the only way to break the bond is by her death. Spirited away, Cassidy finds herself in the middle of an eternal war and falling for her angel.

Rail is captivated by Cassidy immediately, but fears it’s only the connection to his soul fueling his interest. He’s vowed to never fall in love, but fate has different plans. The more he fights his growing feelings, the deeper in love he falls. Cassidy not only holds his soul, but his heart. Now, he will fight Heaven and Hell to protect her.

Heaven abandoned them, but they did not abandon their calling. Once they were the Watchers, teachers, and mentors to human kind. Now soulless and exiled from Heaven, forced into an endless war, some will fall while others rise to find their destinies. They are the Dark Knights of Heaven. 

Imagine being pulled out of your world. Imagine being taken away from your family, friends, job and everything you love. Cassidy Long knew how it felt and was trying to make the best of it. Never mind that she had been rescued from a real live monster by the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.That man literally swept her off her feet and brought her to his world to protect her. After a few days of frustration and little to do, Cassidy finds the courage and energy to stand up to Rail and his brothers, trying to convince them she can help them in their search for others like them. As she finds her voice, she finds love in Rail , the fallen angel who’s soul she holds. Will their love get them through the terror they will face together? Will their love endure all the dark secrets Rail keeps from Cassidy?

I could not put this book down! The story was so well written that I found my self laughing, sobbing, cursing and holding my breath (and that was in just one chapter). Three cheers for T.W. Knight. You have written one of the best books I’ve ever read! Please don’t make us wait too long for book 2!

“This novel starts off with a bang and does not slow down.” Primed for Revenge: Sydney Jones Novel Series by Carolyn Bowen

“This novel starts off with a bang and does not slow down.” Primed for Revenge: Sydney Jones Novel Series by Carolyn Bowen

Practicing law in a large partnership, Sydney Jones was primed for making partner. Then her life turned upside down after a disagreement with her boss at Birdman & Birdman.

Leaving the office, she was swiftly kidnapped and taken to her assailants’ hideaway, beaten, and raped. With no memory of whom she was put her at a disadvantage with her captors. Through gritted teeth, she promised a day of repercussions for their actions while mentally visualizing her revenge.

Warned by her assailants to keep her mouth shut or else, she was delivered to her home. Not recognizing her former living quarters, she was careful in exploring her options for regaining her memory. Piecing together the reasons for her kidnapping brought her into contact with people, some she could trust and others risky. The problem was the amnesia prevented her from recognizing the difference. Tapped for crime once nudged her toward caution for something afoul was going on at Birdman & Birdman. She prepared for a fight. With a vision of fury she made a chilling decision – never to be a victim again.


Sidney was working on a case for her law firm but was abducted and now doesn’t remember her life before that. This novel starts off with a bang and does not slow down. There are elements of mystery, suspense and what’s a book with out a little romance? Throw in murder and some shady characters and you have a first class read to enjoy by the fire with cocoa or the beach with a cool cocktail!!! I enjoyed Primed for revenge immensely and anticipate the next installment. 5 stars for this exciting novel!!!!~ Karen VaughanPrimed for Revenge by Carolyn M. BowenPrimed for Revenge is a fast-paced story of the redemption of a woman fallen victim to mental and physical abuse. Ace attorney Sydney Jones found evidence a client wasn’t innocent but what she didn’t know it was just the tip of the iceberg of deceit that’d wedged itself within her firm. Primed for Revenge is a powerful story of a woman succeeding against the odds.
This story is plot-rich with plenty of action to keep you turning the pages. With well-developed characters, some you’d love to hate, and a fascinating behind the scenes look inside the legal world, Bowen pulls out all the stops to deliver a fascinating story. A must-read for conspiracy theory mystery fans.~ Elle Alouette

First Meeting from A Novel Romance by Dellani Oakes

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The movies call first meetings, in romantic comedies, the Meet Cute. I think that’s a stupid term and didn’t even know what it was, until I heard it mentioned in some program and had to go look it up. Even if I’m not a fan of the Meet Cute term, I am a big fan of first meetings. How the characters react to one another often tells readers a lot about them. First meetings don’t always go well. In the case of Lionel Pettigrew and Arista Lockhart, their first meeting hits a few snags—mostly because Lionel is the epitome of the absent minded professor. He’s brilliant, a certified genius, who possess very few social skills. Sadly, they always abandon him at the very worst of times.

He entered the sanctity of his office, sighing happily as he leaned against the closed door. It took a few moments to realize he wasn’t alone after all. Someone sat in a chair in front of his desk. He stared, mouth agape.

“I let myself in,”he young woman said quietly. “I’m sorry. The girl at the desk said it was okay.”

“Did you need to see me?” He wandered in the general direction of his cluttered desk, setting things in random spots as he passed.

“I’m your new research assistant,” she said quietly. “Arista Lockhart.” She leaned across the desk, her hand extended.

Lionel, whose right hand was still full, handed her the object instead of shaking her hand. Arista gazed at his left shoe with a puzzled frown. He took the shoe, dropping it on the floor beside his desk. After rubbing his hand on the seat of his brown corduroy pants, he took her hand.

“Research assistant? I’ve got one of those?”

“Don’t you?”

“I didn’t think so. But they could have given me one and not told me. Or they could have told me….” His voice trailed off uncomfortably. “And your name is?”

“Arista,” she pronounced slowly. “Lockhart.”

“Like the small spikes on grain,” he said with a grin, making pointy fingers like spikes.

“I’m sorry?”

“Your name. The little spikes on wheat—they’re called Arista. Or some kinds of insect antennae…. Uh….”

She gave him a very puzzled frown. “If you say so.”

“So, research—um—assistant?” Lionel cleared his throat, frowning.

“Doctor Murphy said it was all arranged. You requested an assistant? I thought the other girl might be.”

“No. She wouldn’t know how to go about research. Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Know how to research?”

“Depends on the subject, but yes, I’m fairly proficient. I’m here to learn how to do it better.” A strained smile pasted itself on her lips. “Doctor Murphy had the impression it was imperative that I start immediately.”

“Oh! Oh. I wonder when I requested you.”

“Less than three weeks ago. You walked in, told him you needed a research assistant immediately and left. He got me as fast as he could….”

“Oh. How odd. I wonder what I was thinking?”

“But you do need me?”

“I’m sure I do. I must, if I asked for you.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Pettigrew.”

“Doctor,” he corrected.


“Doctor Pettigrew. Not—not Mister. Doctor.” He gestured feebly with his hands. Scratching his head, he twirled some hair around his finger.

Arista tried very hard not to roll her eyes. She almost succeeded. “Right. We need to talk about what my duties are.”

“I’ll have to figure that out, Miss…. Um….” The scent of her perfume had finally drifted over to his sensitive nostrils. It was sweet, sultry, enticing—a little spicy. He found it very hard to concentrate.

“Lockhart. Are you okay? You seem really distracted.”

“I’m fine. Just fine Miss—Miss Lockhart,” he said slowly and deliberately. “I have to figure out what I needed you for, then I can tell you what I want.”

“Are you always like this?”

“Like what?” He gathered up a handful of loose papers, trying to stack them. He failed, scattering them all over the floor. Lionel stared at them helplessly.

Miss Lockhart rose, gathering the papers on her side of the desk. Her skirt was short, but not alarmingly so. It was soft, dark chocolate fabric that clung to her hips, flaring at her knees. Her long legs were shapely, encased in some sort of patterned tights. Her top was a rich, rose pink with a high neck and long sleeves. A matching brown jacket was draped over the back of her chair.

Lionel took all this in as she picked up papers. He fumbled awhile with those on his side of the desk, wondering who she was and where she came from.

“I bet if you told me what projects you’re working on, we could figure out what you need me for.” Her voice was slightly muffled because she faced away from him, still picking up his papers.

She grabbed the last page from the floor. Straightening up, she went through them, putting them in order. Fortunately, they seemed to be numbered. Lionel didn’t realize he was staring until her eyes met his with an unnerving, withering glare.

“They match your skirt,” he babbled, not realizing he’d said it aloud.

“Excuse me?”

“Your—um—your eyes.” He cleared his throat again. “Match.” He waved his hand between his eyes and his pants, indicating they matched her skirt.

She cut her eyes at him suspiciously. What’s with this guy? Is he retarded or what? “Your project,” she said patiently.

“I—I’m between projects at the—at the moment.” Dammit! He thought he’d conquered that stammer. Indulging in mental profanity, he cleared his throat again.

“Coffee?” he asked suddenly.


“Want some coffee?”

“Do you want me to get you some?” She looked around in confusion.

“No. No, I can make some. I won’t drink what they produce down in the lounge. It reeks of chemicals. Mine’s organic.”

“You a vegan?”

“No.” He looked puzzled, then his frown cleared. “No. I don’t trust the crap they put in coffee. Never know where it’s been.”

“Organic is grown in manure,” she said politely.

“But at least we know where that’s been.” He laughed rather awkwardly.

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First Meeting from Bad Day by Dellani Oakes

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I am a big fan of first meetings, or the Meet Cute as they are called in romantic comedies. Regardless of what they are called, I love introducing my characters to one another. These meetings often set the tone for the relationship, even if they don’t necessarily happen under the best circumstances. In Bad Day, Reva Kelly isn’t have a very good day. In fact, it’s so awful, she falls and breaks her leg, ending up in the hospital. She and her assistant, Jane, are waiting for her to be taken down to X-Ray.

There was some fumbling with the curtain and a young doctor poked his head in with a grin. “Am I in the right place? I’m looking for Reva Kelly?”

I waved, smirking sardonically. “You’ve found what’s left of me.” I grinned shyly.

He eyed me in a more than professional fashion, lingering on my broken ankle. Then his gaze drifted back up to my eyes, focusing there.

“Red hair,” he murmured.

“And green eyes,” I countered. “And you are?”

A brown haired, sun bronzed love god, by the look of him. His eyes were a amber brown with little flecks of gold.

“Sorry, I’m Mr. Perrine’s personal physician.” He smirked and winked.

“You are really a doctor, aren’t you?” This was from Jane. I guess she felt like I did that he looked really young.

“Of course. Doctor Hal Perrine at your service.”

“You’re related to Mr. Perrine?” Jane jumped in with all the right questions before I could even formulate them.

“Yes, his great-nephew. My grandfather is his older brother.”

“But you are a real doctor?” Jane couldn’t let that drop.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?” He held out his hand to her, artificial smile on his face.

“Jane Mercer, her assistant.”

“Ms. Mercer, I promise, I’m a bona fide doctor. See? It even says so on my coat.” He pointed to his name tag.

“How much experience do you have?”

“Is this a job interview? I came by to be polite and see if Miss Kelly needed anything.”

“And I’m very grateful,” I interjected. I didn’t blame him for being annoyed. I have people think I’m too young for my job too. “Jane’s concerned for my welfare, Dr. Perrine. She takes a sisterly interest in me. We’ve worked together nearly five years and we’re very close.”

I smiled sweetly at the doctor and flashed Jane a warning look. Her lips clamped shut on whatever comments she had, but her eyes were very expressive.

Hal picked up my chart and read through it quickly, nodding and making noncommittal noises as he did so. His smile was distracted as he put the file back down.

“Miss Kelly, Uncle Jake is really concerned about you. I’ve never seen him take such interest in one of his people before. You must be very special.”

I shrugged. “No more so than anyone else, I’m sure. Though what use I’ll be in a cast, I can’t imagine.”

“It won’t slow you down that much. A little at first until you get used to it. The pain meds will make you groggy though.”

“Have you had a broken leg, Doctor?” Jane asked abruptly.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I’ve broken both legs at different times. Both arms within six months of each other, three ribs, my nose, one wrist and an odd assortment of toes. It’s why I became an orthopedic man. After all my fractures, I had a pretty good working knowledge and thought I’d put it to use.”

“Were you in car accidents or something?” Jane was amazed at the doctor’s list of breaks.

“Mostly clumsy, but also I like extreme sports. I’ve been sky diving, wind surfing, bungee jumping, snow boarding from helicopters and I like to race dirt bikes.”

“Is that how you broke your leg?” I asked, figuring dirt bikes were pretty dangerous.

He glanced away, rubbing his nose distractedly before answering. “Actually, I broke my leg once playing golf and the other time falling out of bed.” He blushed, looking more than a little embarrassed. “What? It was a high bed!”

He looked so innocent, I had to laugh. Hal laughed heartily at himself as well. I liked Dr. Hal Perrine. He was handsome, funny and intelligent. Everything I look for in a man. Could I be so brazen as to ask him out? He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. What the hell, I had enough drugs in me to stop a truck.

“Hal,” I said before I lost my nerve. “Maybe some day after I get used to the cast, we could go for a cup of coffee or bungee jumping?”

“No bungee for awhile.” He tried to frown and couldn’t. “But coffee sounds pretty safe. I haven’t broken anything drinking coffee—yet.”

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