Monday, May 24, 2010

Reviews: Eternal Press

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The GalleryAuthor: David D. Landrum


Length: 10,800 words/29 pages


Genre: Paranormal fiction
Purchase:http://www.eternalpress.biz/book.php?isbn=9781770650367
What I liked:
Although short, this is a beautiful story about two people who are 
artists who fall in love. 
It was an easy read and great to follow.
I really enjoyed the setting and the characters. 
But not everything is at it seems, a mysterious man 
appears to thwart them and their love. 
He will do anything possible to stop them.
Will their love pass this test? You'll have to find out! 
Blurb:
Martin Rollins and Siobhan O’Conner find it easy to fall in love,
especially since they’re both artists.
partial amnesia she experiences from an accident doesn’t prevent
her from creating beautiful, valuable art.
But a mysterious man appears and insists
He’s a musician, she’s a painter, 
and the that she not sell her art—and 
he’s willing to resort to any means possible to stop her…


Excerpt:


“‘How can you tell the dancer from the dance?’” he said.
he line sounded vaguely familiar to Martin. Poetry? An old song?
That was by the Irish poet William Butler Yeats,” Kierce continued.
“I knew him. Fine fellow, good writer.”
“What you’ve said bothers me a lot, Mr.
“I need to go.” Martin paused and then
a Kierce. Stay away from Siobhan. I’ll call the police if I even think you plan to harm her.
And I’m going to call her and tell her what you said.”
xpected to be confronted. “She must not sell those paintings—or her own.”
Martin stood. After a few seconds, he turned and walke
Kierce looked a little confused—he apparently had not
ed out to his car. He called Siobhan and told her what had happened.
“He was sitting next to you at the concert—
the guy who kept giving you dirty looks.”
“Did he say his name?”


reland. He was a
“Seamus Kierce.”
She laughed—a kind of delighted, sparkling laugh. “Maybe he’s Seamus the Wraith.”
“Who?”
“Seamus the Wraith—a ghost who supposedly lives in my family’s area of
I priest, a choirmaster who supposedly buggered countless choirboys.


Protestantism, and became curator of a local museum—museums were pretty new things back then.
After he died they say he became a ghost who haunted art galleries or
When this got found out he fled to the north, said he had converted t


o houses where there were lots of paintings on display.”
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Gypsy Crystal
Author: Lorrie Unites-Struiff


Length: 33,000 words


Genre: Paranormal thriller/romance






What I liked: 
What was there not to like about this thriller/romance? For one, I love that Gypsy (Roma) magic was used as


an element to fight crime. I love that the author used it because it 
made it interesting and such a great read!
It also made the plot and scenes very believable.
I really enjoyed Rita's character, her determination and 
her passion to capture the ritual killer.
I also liked how her character finds someone more equally 
to her as Agent Boulet who has his own thoughts on the killer he won't share.
So will Rita find out the family secret and be able to deal with it?


Blurb:



Homicide Detective Rita Moldova has a secret: a crystal amulet, a Roma family heirloom that allows her to see the last thing
a person saw before they died.
rorizing her town, FBI agent Matt Boulet is sent to lead the task force to catch the murderer.
While Rita feels she has a con
When a ritual killer starts te
rnection with Agent Boulet, she senses he is holding back a deep dark secret about the killer.
Her suspicions deepen when she learns another secret about her Roma family—
one she finds impossible to swallow.


Excerpt:


Before Rita had time to get her fingers on the gun, the man had shot out of the door, yanked her forward, and somehow shoved her headfirst onto the front seat. She skidded over the vinyl, her nose and cheek hitting hard, blocking her breath for a moment. Rita yelled; the door slammed shut. She scrambled to sit upright, gagging when she inhaled the dank, moldy scent of the interior. A metal object, hanging 
from the roof above the mirror, clunked heavy against her head. She swallowed the acrid taste in her throat.
The driver’s door opened and the man slipped inside. One corner of her mind wondered how he could have possibly run around the front of the van so fast.
Rita rubbed her bruised temple and twisted the door handle. 
It was stuck. She rammed her shoulder into the door. 
It didn’t budge. The window was up. 
Her purse with the gun lay on the sidewalk. 
She worked the lock button and slammed into the door again. 
The impact sent shock waves down her arm to her fingertips. The van was rigged.
Rita looked at the serial killer, her heart banging against her ribs, 
her breathing short and shallow. Tapping the mic with frantic fingers, 
all she could do was pray.
The man grinned.
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 I Came Up Stairs: A Victorian Courtesan’s Memoirs, 1867 to 1871

Author: MC Halliday 
Length: 87,800 words/ 337 pages 
Genre: Historical Erotica
What I liked: For lovers of historical and erotica, here is a treat! 
This read really reminded me of those underground reads
that women read in that time. This story follows the likes of character named Mae, who literally comes up from poor conditions
to riches ad she shaped into a seductress. 
These are her encounters and stories,
but will she have to give up due to her ways?
Will she have to finally conform to the ways in 
which she denied or will she still be true to her passionate ways? 
You will just haveto find out and read it. 
A long read, it's one that you have to read in one sitting without reading and its tantilizing at every page turn. 
Halliday does not disappoint in this hot and warming read.
Blurb:
Led from filth and poverty by a gentleman in the hopes of gaining coin for his purse, Mae is shaped into a lady and tutored in the arts of pleasure.
With raw sensuality, she creates a seductive dance that entices the peerage in puritanical England, and she quickly becomes favored courtesan to Prince of Wales.
Her renown and riches ever rising, she continues to romp with gamely men and women of both the nobility and the lower classes.
Eventually, Mae’s bohemian ways cause suffering for those she loves and her own heartbreak. Must she conform to Victorian mores, or can she remain true to her sensual desires? These intimate memoirs reveal a young woman’s journey from the slums of Whitechapel to celebrated dancer of the Victorian music hall, and courtesan to the highest peers of the British realm.
From the years 1867 to 1871, Mae recounts her varied lovers and false loves, and her heartbreaking losses in a quest for happiness.
Excerpt:
came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar. Love for Love William Congreve (1670–1729).
The squalid room where I was born was much less than a cellar, for the stairs led only downward to the stinking streets of Whitechapel, where misery draped over us as heavy as the coal soot-laden air. We were filthy and neglected as the derelict structures, and our subsistence was made worse by the urine and feces ever emptied from chamber pots onto the street cobbles. Splashes oft occurred from the higher windows, and once, a full pot was tipped upon my head. Without fancies such as bathing or washing clothes, I had to abide the dousing. 
Every drop of water hauled from the fetid river in a rusted 
bucket we set aside for a boiled dinner of potatoand cabbage. 
Seven of us lived in the small room above the butcher. 
We kept to the streets to escape the bickering and steady smell of rotting flesh 
and sour blood. The scurry of rats heard in the walls by day became a persistent scuttling over us at night. 
My brothers, sisters and I slept together on a heap of flea-infested straw with our boots on and one thin blanket wrapped tight against the damp. 
Mam and Da would come in late of an evening, singing and falling over us until my da would curse and kick before falling onto his narrow bed. 
And my mam laughed and laughed in that shrill way she had until she dropped beside him. After, I would listen to the little ones crying and Da’s snoring as I pushed at the rats until sleep took me again. I was Mabel Gray in those days, 
but I left that life and name behind the night I met Mr. Roger Vickers.
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The Pendant
Author: Mirella Patzer 
Page Nos: 375 
Genre: Historical Romance
What I liked: Patzer surely pleases with this historical romance. This was really a page turner that you won't be able to put down.
This book has everything from a family feud, romance, and lost treasure. I loved Morena's character, I liked everything about her,
her character, her passion, and her tenacity. I loved Amoro's characters because he is caring and faithful. Their journey is a touch one, but
will their love survive it? Go ahead and read it! I dare you! Those who love historical romance will fall in love with this book as I did.
Blurb:
A lost ancient treasure. A 100 year family feud. And a woman with a passion richer than the bloodstone pendant she wears around her neck.
In medieval Italy, as spirited and stalwart as any man, the brazen Contessa Morena is betrothed to the impoverished, black-hearted Count Ernesto,
a man desperate to escape his mounting gambling debts by marrying her and laying claim to the ancient treasure secreted somewhere in the underbelly of her castle.
Morena meets her match when Amoro, the handsome and brash heir to the Duchy of Genoa, who swears an oath upon his father’s grave to claim her as his bride and end the feud between their families.
Soon, Amoro’s virile charm awakens the passion in her steadfast heart.But a treacherous plot ensnares them; Ernesto abducts Morena and renders Amoro helpless.
r destinies become one.
Embroiled in a life-and-death chase, Morena learns that not even the devious madness of her captor can destroy her love for Amoro as their hearts unite and thei
Excerpt:
Morena stepped into the cell. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark, but then she saw him. Her heart lurched with alarm. Amoro lay on his back in blood and filth curled upon the straw with a ragged cloth around him, chained to the wall like a wild animal. He shivered like a rousing cat and babbled something indistinguishable as he held up his arm to shield his face.
His face, half-turned into the shallow light that filtered into the room from the tiny barred window, was a mask of filth and bruises. One eye was swollen shut above a bruised and swollen cheek. He cradled his arms to himself in an effort to keep warm. His good eye widened in surprise at the sight of her. He blinked as if in disbelief, as if she were too bright, like some sudden, sharp burst of sunlight.
“You have come,” he said, the words less than a whisper, scarcely an utterance. “What dream is this?”
“I am no dream, I have come,” she said. Shocked at his condition, she looked at him on the floor then held out her hands and fell to her knees beside him.


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Autobiography of a Worm
Subtitle: The horrid fall of a man who loved beautiful women


Author: Ed Tasca


Genre: Mystery/psychological thriller/psychological drama/crime drama




What I liked: Tasca turns up the scary and nightmare to the next level. This is a story that stands the hair on your arm up!


What nightmares are truly made up of... The story follows that of Ronnie Churchill whose life falls apart after his married lover
leaves him. From there he falls into a deep psychosis and depression that makes him do unspeakable things. Not seeking treament is making
it worse. What will happen to him? Find out!



Blurb:
There are many ways people stumble into self-destruction. This story may be one of the most bizarre, and in some ways, one of the most common among those who pulse deep inside with rage they are unable to vent. Who among us hasn’t had that richly-demented homicidal fantasy? But what happens when you act on that fantasy? And succeed?


Excerpt:


Gary arrived a few minutes later with the police photographer, and so did a van filled with other search volunteers. A little after ten in the morning, 
Officer Shirk had us line up and spread out along the shoulder of the road. When everyone was ready, we entered the surrounding field stepping out in unison. There were about forty of us, and we marched funereally, with eyes and 
concentration on the two or three feet in front of us.
What did we see? Nothing but dirt, tall weeds - mostly ragweed - and some prickly varieties I couldn't identify, some flowering wild daisies, moss, and patches of burned out November grass. Occasionally, one of the searchers would stop and examine something. Each time it turned out to be nothing more than a bottle cap or some broken glass. The search continued on quietly, respectfully. I found nothing. But the exhilaration remained. After about half an hour, I came across a dead bird, not sure what type, just a bird, probably black, maybe a starling. Its tiny bones and iridescent feathers were smashed into the dirt, and only one eye could be seen from its balding skull. I hovered over it a moment. Death on faces never looked sad, I thought. It never looked troubled. Any time I've seen corpses, which was only in photos or films, and once at an accident scene when I was a child, 
their expressions always seemed to be of contented collusion, 
as though death had convinced them that it was all okay before they died. 
That was the message to me on the face of the dead bird. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going along with all this. I’ll be just fine.”
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Cassie’s AwakeningAuthor: Brigit Aine


Genre: Paranormal romance/erotic




What I liked: Jared is a headstrong guy and he knows what he doesn't want. 
He doesn't want a mate, but does he have a choice in


the matter. 
The wolf inside of him is hell bent on claiming her.
se it, but it just doesn't function around
Jared. Passion flare and tensions rise and these two find each o
Cassie is a sweet character who knows her gift and knows how to
use it, it just doesn't work on Jared.
Blurb:
Cassie’s talent is dampening the emotions of others. This has been a very useful way of keeping peace around her, but has proven harmful in learning about passion and love. After all, none of the men she has ever dated have been able to profess or show the true depth of their feelings.
Jared is happy for Ethan and Red, but he doesn’t want a mate of his own, no matter what his inner wolf might say. Unfortunately, every time he sees the beautiful Cassie, he knows his wolf is winning the battle.


Will Cassie and Jared discover that a powerful force can overcome even a talent?
As their path unfolds, a stranger arrives in Torrent; is this a sign of trouble on its way?


Excerpt:
“I repeat. What did you think you were doing?” Cassie asked, with more bravado than she was feeling. She had never felt anything like the pulsating emotions emanating from Jared. It seemed to overwhelm all her senses and she was struggling with just getting breath in and out of her lungs. She looked up at him and found herself face to face with eyes that were so intense she could see nothing but them. There was a slight glow that fascinated her; she had never seen eyes like this before, incredibly deep with a special inner light.
“Don’t ever touch Kraig again or let him touch you,” Jared growled 
from deep in his chest. He was having trouble keeping his wolf in check. When 
Kraig had kissed Cassie it was all he could do to not rip the pup’s head off. She 
didn’t know anything about being his mate, or even what it entailed, but Jared did 
and he was having trouble controlling the wolf because of it. He had barely managed to control changing, and he certainly wasn’t going to stop the rush of jealousy 
and anger at his mate being touched by another man. Not just a man, but another werewolf. And with that acceptance, he quit thinking and did what his wolf wanted. 
He kissed her.

1 comment:

  1. "The Pendant" looks good. I'll have to check that out. :-)

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