Thursday, October 30, 2014

City Lights by Julie Morgan

Author Julie Morgan has published the next installment in her Southern Roots series! Come check out City Lights!

Music brought them together. A gamble with love could break them apart. 
Blaine has reached rock and roll stardom. After surviving an overdose, Blaine was forced into a decision; change and be a better person, or continue down the dangerous path and lose everything he has worked for. Making the decision to change, he turns his focus and attention to writing and producing music in an effort to keep the bright lights of live performances and potential drugs at an arms distance.
Bassist to the band Blaine is producing, Penelope knows all too well who he is. He’s the sexy as hell, but also drug addicted singer of the mega band, Deep Ember. As excited as she is to get her band signed, she’s none too thrilled to find out her producer is Blaine. Leaving her boyfriend back home to follow her dreams, Penelope will find herself in uncomfortable situations with Blaine. He’s expressed a genuine interest in her and she feels drawn toward him in return. Unfortunately, knowing who he is and what he’s done puts up an invisible wall between them.
Emotions will be on the line and chords will be played… but can Blaine win over the heart of a woman who’s made it clear she wants nothing to do with him? Will Penelope be able to trust her emotions and will Blaine be able to prove he is not what his reputation says he is?

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Friday, October 24, 2014

Eternal Neverland: Steps Before the Fall Review

This weeks awesome read was Eternal Neverland: Steps Before the Fall by Natasha Rogue. It was a quick paced, drama filled tale; a bit of a modern vampire West Side Story if you will.

Here's the blurb:
Helena K. Sharpe was raised by a man who had sympathy for supernatural creatures, for the vampires his bloodline hunted for centuries. She was too young to understand how he tried to help them, but she knew it was important. Her father made her promise never to hunt them and she would do anything to keep that promise.

Until he is murdered by the very things he dedicated so much of his life to.

Orphaned and alone, Helena takes to the street, afraid for whatever's left of her life. Without her family, she doesn't know how--or even if--she can go on. Until a vagrant takes her under his wing and gives her a purpose. Revenge.

For six years she learns about the monsters, studies their habits, until, at 15 years old, she feels she's ready to find the ones responsible for her parent's death. All she has to do is become one of them. She's cute, young, innocent...

They'll never see her coming.
I enjoy when authors use pop culture and literary references. When used well, to me, it is a personal endorsement that the person has got great style and taste. Ms Rogue nailed it numerous times cause seriously any Buffy reference in a vampire tale just plain rocks, not to mention all the other references she pulled off.

Despite not being a fan of Helena/Kitt (the main character) the book still worked for me.  Half the time I wanted to punch Kitt in the face. I am hoping that in future books she grows up and matures a lot more. That being said I was really intrigued by her powers, I'm hoping those will come up more in future books. I was a huge fan of the guys (all of them & there were a lot),  Raven, and the triplets. I adored the Triplets and Raven for all their spunk and potential to the overall story line. I hope there is more of them in future installments.

If I had to sum up Eternal Neverland I'd use the final fight scene of the last Twilight (the movie, not book) as a starting point but caveat it with: more plot twists, edgier characters, more drama, and a more complex back-story.

I was really surprised by the ending, without giving away too much, I'll definitely read the next book to find out what happens next since it was left on such a cliff hanger.

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PreOrder at Amazon (Releases 10/28/14)

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Eventide Review

This past weekend I had the immense pleasure to read a new Young Adult book entitled Eventide by Chris Allen-Riley and it was amazing!

The driver in a tragic car accident that killed her best friend, Devon Greer is consumed by guilt. When powerful hallucinations convince her that she’s seeing Rachael everywhere, Devon thinks she’s going crazy. But her friend isn’t truly gone. To save Rachael from the faeries who stole her, Devon must pit herself against the Court of the Sidhe. Once she witnesses the true form of the fey, Devon’s life is in danger—and so are the lives of everyone she loves. Now, Devon must not only protect herself, but also Jonah Seafort, Rachael’s cousin and the only person Devon can trust to help her. While the Sidhe walk among them, no one is safe…
OR you can watch a kick-ass book trailer on youtube.

What I enjoyed most about Ms. Allen-Riley's work was her characters.  To me all her characters were relate-able and enjoyable with the exception of the traditional villain and high school bitch that everyone hates, but even those were well written. My favorites besides the main H/h was the little sister, I really enjoyed the sibling dynamics and antics throughout the story.

Another thing I enjoyed was her ability to be descriptive without the story dragging on or having lulls.  There were no lulls at any point that I noticed. I literally read it through in one sitting only taking moments to jot notes down.  Now this was partially because I had to find out what was going down in Iron Falls, as I couldn't even begin to guess, and also because I was slightly spooked.  Look with all legends there's a grain of truth so I get a pass for being creeped out by the evil fae!  I adored that Ms. Allen-Riley took the evil fae route, even though I was sure I wasn't going to be able to sleep and questioned my ability ever to go camping again! I enjoyed every moment of suspense she put me through.

I was utterly enamored with the whole story. After completing it I was very pleased to hear she plans to write at least two more in the series. I think it is a wonderful read for anyone who enjoys suspense, the fae, the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, or series in general ~Eventide is a fantastic start and I look forward to reading about what happens next in Iron Falls!

I will be buying this in paperback to add to my keeper shelf, not to mention I will be using it as a stocking stuff-er this holiday season!

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Monday, October 13, 2014

Five Santinis for less than a BUCK!

So, hi, everyone! I know I have been absent the last few months and I really apologize for that. I have been fighting some health issues and they are continuing, but we know what the problem is now. But, it doesn't mean I haven't been hard at work! We have Santinis coming and to celebrate, I have The Ultimate Santini Novella Collection! It is already up for preorder at AMAZON and will be available through Barnes & Noble and Kobo. And the best news: Until Oct 31st, it will be only .99! Get it now if you missed out on any of the books to be caught up before A Santini in Love releases on November 4th!

All FIVE novellas available for a limited time in one book! Special pricing during preorder and through the first week. Sale ends Oct 31!!! 
Get everyone's favorite military family for one low price just in time before the release of the highly anticipated A SANTINI IN LOVE! 

Joint Base San Antonio Army Medic Leo Santini doesn’t know what hit him when he runs into prickly physical therapist Maryanne Johnson. 

Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickam Quiet and thoughtful Navy SEAL Marco Santini doesn’t realize love is right under his nose, but once he does, nothing will stop him from capturing Alana Kailikea’s heart. 

Moody AFB PJ Gianni Santini finds the woman of his dreams the day before a deployment. When he returns, he has one mission on his mind, conquering professor Kianna Jones. 

Quantico MCB Vicente sees himself at the last Santini standing when he comes up close and personal with the one woman he has always loved, Jules Andrews. Now all he cares about is being that last man standing—as long as he’s her man. 

Join the Santinis as they gather together not for the joy of the season, but in crisis. One major event throws everything they hold dear into jeopardy, rallying the Santini brothers to support them mother and thrusting Joey back to the memories of when she and Papa first fell in love. 

Melissa Schroeder doesn’t disappoint as she continues to unleash her sexy Santini brothers on us. –Ms Romantic Reads 

Includes the first chapter from A Santini in Love! 

Book Six: A Santini in Love (NOV 4TH) 
Book Seven: Falling for a Santini (early 2015) 

And, don't miss out on the Johnson Brothers: 
Semper Fi Marines 
Book One: Tease Me 
Book Two: Tempt Me 
Book Three: Touch Me

Saturday, September 27, 2014


Okay, so here is some straight, real talk, from a 10 year veteran of this industry. You might not like me, or how I do things, but trust me when I tell you that the following information is NEED TO KNOW. Yes, it should be all a no brainer, but sadly some people need stuff spelled out to them… and I’m not one for sugar coating. So read on… and realize--- I might be a bit crass, but it’s all the truth.

This is a marathon. This isn’t a sprint.  It’s a CAREER. Remember that when you are looking down on or snubbing others.

Remember where you are today may not be where you are tomorrow. Mean people suck.

Hitting a list doesn’t make you accomplished. It is 99% luck. Hitting the lists consecutively? Yeah that makes you accomplished. And it makes it less of an accomplishment hitting with a bundle or anthology.
Push for your own accomplishments, with your work alone. Might take longer, but it means MORE.

And remember List Hitters… Don’t be an asshole after you do. Remember your friends, and the people that stood by you from the beginning, because when you slip down those ladder rungs (and you will… its inevitable) those are the people that you are going to have to deal with on the way back up… and people don’t forget asshole behavior.

As with everything else in life, PLAY TO YOUR STRENGTHS. Writing something because its popular and you have no love for it? Yeah… no.

If you’re writing solely to make money, readers will know.

This is a hard fucking job. Take it seriously. Events are not places for you to get hammered, hit on cover models, and then run around begging people to delete incriminating photos off your phone. Have some fucking decency… You’re out there representing your brand.

Professionalism in your book dealings--- online parties, events, and in person appearances--- is key.
Readers know when you are disingenuous. The difference between a reader supporting a bitch that treats them well and an author that pretends to be nice at their table then doesn’t acknowledge the reader later? The bitch might be a bitch, but they are a real person, and they aren’t being an asshole to who matters most--- the reader.

The READER is the ONLY thing that matters. Not your relationship with who you think is cool, or the friends you have or the cliques you are a part of. THE READER IS THE ONLY ONE THAT IS GOING TO KEEP YOU WRITING BECAUSE THEY BUY YOUR BOOKS. Without the reader, you shouldn’t be publishing because it’s pointless. If you’re not interested in the reader, write and put it in a drawer.

DON’T send your street team to willfully attack other authors via reviews and goodreads because you see them as competition. If you are that stupid and childish, you have no business in this business.

As an author your focus at events should be YOUR BOOKS, not the piece of man candy you bring with you. Remember one thing, THEY DON’T HELP YOU SELL BOOKS… they look pretty and get pictures taken, but for every ONE book sale you’re looking at 3-10 pictures. WHY bring these guys along and pay for them when you’re not making the $ back in sales? You know what’s going to keep them coming back to read you? THE STORY. Focus on that… because that’s what it’s really about.

BE GOOD TO YOUR STREET TEAM. They are spending their time to help make YOUR dreams come true on a volunteer basis. An active street team is gold and they support YOU… so treat them with respect.

Remember something: WHAT WORKED FOR OTHERS WILL NOT necessarily work for you. There is no short cut to success… and if there is, its fleeting.

Attending events for any other reason than that there are readers to sell at (Except writer events, which is a totally different story) defeats the purpose of trying to sell at in person events. Just because someone on that event is popular doesn’t mean you are going to get ANY of their sales… and attending because you wanna be close to “greatness” and get into that person’s inner circle? Yeah, you’re not an author, you’re a goddamn lacky---- Care about the product you are putting out, not the “names” you can drop. In the long run, those people aren’t going to give a shit about you OR your career.

You know there’s a ton more out there, but with everything that’s going on these days… these are the most important. And remember, if your offended by ANY of these truths, maybe you should take a step back and ask yourself WHY it offends you, and what you can do to change it in your own career.

Friday, September 26, 2014

September Books Read

Hey Folks, 

I hope everyone's September is going well!

This month has been a slow book month for me with being back in classes but here's what I've checked out this month: 

Men of Calder County: Boxed set of 13 Untamed, Unleashed, Unforgettable Tales of Love
       It has works by Tilly Green, Heather Long, Gayle Donnelly, and others
Buy it at Amazon (Bargain price of 2.99)

Light Me Up: Seven Steamy Series Starters
     It has works by Lorelei James, M. Malone, Roxie Rivera, Vivian Arend, Elle Kennedy, Kit Rocha, Eliza Gayle, Alisha Rai.  I was already a huge fan of half of these ladies but it was such a good buy I couldn't help support my favorite authors and I discovered a couple new-to-me authors in the process. 
Buy it at Amazon (Waaaay under priced at .99) <-Seriously if you've never read these authors you've gotta get this box set to get introduced to them.

I finally got a chance to read the last story in the July Anthology Release: If Ever I Would Leave You: Arthurian Stories For A New Generation
      It has works by Jessica Jarman, Bronwyn Green, & Abigail Barnette.
Buy it at Amazon  (.99)

Sci-fi Nights: Alpha bad boys & wild girls of futuristic romance
     It has tales by Bianca D'Arc, Jessa Slade, & others
Buy it at Amazon  (.99)

Outfoxed by Love by the amazing Eve Langlais
    Loved the comedy styling of Ms. Langlais' latest shifter & who doesn't love a Moose?!
Buy it at Amazon (3.99)

I also checked out  Fly Guy Next Door (Freefall Book 2) by Brandy Walker
     Cute addition to her series about the 'Boy-Next-Door'!
Buy it at Amazon (2.99)

What I'm still looking forward to in a few days is the Anthology:  Hometown Heroes: Hotter Ever After (Pets for Vets Charity Bundle)
    It has ~16 different authors including works by: Melissa Schroeder, Hildie McQueen, and others. 
Buy it at Amazon (1.99)

Now of course there have been a few more than this that I've wanted to check out & they're in my pile but alas I don't have any house elves to help with my homework or housework so I've just run out of time. 

What have you read that you've enjoyed?  
What releases are you looking forward to? 

All the best & be sure to keep taking your vitamins to avoid the colds that get passed around with schools being back in session. 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Cover Reveal: Ann Mayburn's Exquisite Danger (Iron Horse MC)

For those of us that have been patiently waiting for part two of Smoke & Swan's story in Ms. Mayburn's latest series Iron Horse MC; good news, we're one step closer!


Here is the cover for Exquisite Danger:
For the first time in my life I know what it’s like to be completely and truly adored by a man who loves me for exactly who I am, a high functioning autistic with more personality quirks than there are stars in the Texas Hill Country night sky.
Some people think my boyfriend, Smoke, is a total biker psycho, a natural born killer who will destroy anyone who threatens what he considers his. They wouldn’t be wrong, but he’s so much more than that. He’s my dark salvation, my beloved fallen angel who is trying with all of his wicked heart to save me from what seems like an entire world bent on either killing me or a fate worse than death.
We’re headed to the Denver, Colorado chapter of the Iron Horse MC, chasing after my narcissistic, junkie mother who decided to steal from some very bad men leaving her two daughters behind to pay the price for her betrayal. My twin sister, Sarah, old lady to the Iron Horse MC president, is looking for my mother as well, but Sarah’s gone rogue and has no one to guard her back which worries me deeply. To further complicate matters, there are traitors in the Iron Horse MC who are working with my mother, not only helping her to escape but also informing my enemies of my every move.

The odds are stacked against me, but I will do whatever is necessary to protect those I love, and with Smoke at my side, I just might make it out of this mess alive.

I'm beyond giddy that it's almost here!!  
To tide everyone over here's a excerpt: 
Chapter One

The burning Texas sun set over the distant hills in spectacular bursts of amethyst, cardinal red, and tangerine while a warm breeze moved over my skin like a caress. It was late summer nights like these, idyllic evenings when laughter and the smell of cooking food filled the air, that made me regret ever leaving the raw beauty of the Texas hill country. I took a long pull from my cold beer and gazed across the yard to where my amazing man, Smoke, stood talking with my good friend Indigo’s parents, Ron and Bettie, an older Asian couple. They looked like a couple of tie-die-wearing hippies that time had forgotten while Smoke seemed all the more dark and dangerous standing with them, like some kind of post-apocalypse War Barron…an apex predator. Except right now he looked like an amused predator conversing with two earnest chipmunks.
Ron and Bettie were actually pretty sane for preppers, but they’d talk your ear off about ‘the man’ if you gave them half a chance, and I wondered if Smoke was perplexed or amused by them. I know Indigo thought they were just batshit crazy; they drove her nuts with their ever evolving list of people they swore were trying to kill them. Funny thing was, the more you listened to them the more you started to believe that their weird conspiracy theories might have a ring of truth to them.
Memories of nights spent at Indigo’s compound flitted through my mind like sheets of paper caught in a windstorm as the years peeled back. Ron and Bettie were more than a little odd, but they treated me like one of their own and were two of the few people I trusted on sight. They were close with my parents and would often come over to play cards on our big, screened-in back porch and laugh about the world going to hell. A bolt of melancholy tightened my chest as I realized how much I missed them…though right now I was far more interested in my man than my friend’s parents.
Poor Smoke, he actually looked like he was really thinking about what they were saying with a slightly bemused smile curving his lips. Considering Ron and Bettie were conspiracy theorists he was probably getting an earful about the Vagrants, an evil political entity Ron and Bettie believed was slowly taking over the world. That was why they’d decided to stop watching cable TV. They swore mind control devices had been implanted by the Vagrants inside of cable boxes and got all their news off the Internet instead from websites of people who’s wacked out political views made Ron and Bettie look sane.
Indigo had a touch of their paranoia, but she was one of the best private investigators in the country at twenty-one so maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.
I had to laugh at myself as I watched my big, badass biker boyfriend talking with them in their faded tie-dye clothing. I swear they were roughly half his massive size, and his commanding presence made them seem even smaller. Smoke’s fist was nearly as big as Ron’s head, and the memory of those big hands on me sent rather pleasant sparks of pleasure dancing through my body.
From the top of his head covered in curly black hair to his sexy feet—no, seriously, the man even has gorgeous feet—he was one hundred percent mine. The good and the bad. Sometimes I saw a hint of true darkness in him, the dispassionate gaze of a killer, and it scared me and aroused me at the same time. But if Smoke was the king of the jungle, I was his queen, and I had a touch of darkness myself. We were an odd couple, to be sure, but beneath our skin our hearts beat to the same savage rhythm.
Even though my sex was still sore from the hard fuck he’d given me last night I craved him to the point where I planned on throwing myself on him and tearing off his clothes the first second we were alone. When he’d taken my virginity he woke a hunger in me that bordered on ravenous. I wanted to devour him, to lock us away in my bedroom and make him give me pleasure until I passed out. I knew how good those perfect, full lips of his felt wrapped around my nipples and how his big hands could hold my body still while he bit me with little stinging nips that set my body ablaze.
He was just such a big, solid man all over. Including his magnificent cock with the piercing beneath the base that rested against his balls. A shiver raced down my spine and settled between my hips as I imagined how that wonderful bit of metal would hit my clit just right while fucking doggy style. Another wave of heat sensitized my pussy and I shifted, somehow drawing his attention to me past all the other people at the big party to where I stood leaning against a tree and watched the festivities around me..
When his dark gaze met mine I swore the world hushed for a moment, nothing existed except my pounding heart and his handsome face. The setting sun hit his cheekbones and his bold, Aztec nose just right, turning him into the living statue of a warrior. Without even trying he enchanted me and my knees weakened to the point where I had to brace myself against the tree. I was spellbound by his dark gaze, completely ensnared by his raw, masculine beauty.
That was the only way I could describe my feelings for him, that he wove some type of magical enchantment over me that held me in ethereal bondage, draining my will and replacing it with his. I gladly surrendered to him, and my breath caught at the flare of passion between us as he casually rubbed his lips while pretending to listen to Bettie yammer on about the world ending.
Despite the fact that I wore a pair of faded jeans and a black tank top with a pair of my beat up old boots, he stared at me like I was nude and had been rubbed down with oil, cranking my overwhelming arousal even higher. I didn’t like getting turned on with my parents around—it was weird—but at the same time, I loved the way the heat built between us until I was melting with it. If he slipped his long, rough fingers between my legs right now he’d find me slick with desire.
I had to tighten my grip on my beer bottle, suddenly certain that it would slip from my useless grip as my heart raced when he began to make his way across the yard to me. Yelling children ran past him while people eating burgers and ribs tried to get his attention, but he avoided the kids and ignored the adults. His attention was focused totally on me and I couldn’t help the goofy smile hurting my cheeks as he came closer. Elation filled me and I took a step away from my tree, then another, eager to bask in his presence like a cat in a patch of sunlight on a cold winter day.
When Smoke gazed at me like this I knew I was the center of his universe. He looked at me in a way no one ever had, like I was more important than air and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. I would never, ever get tired of the way Smoke watched me. Putting a little swing in my hips I stepped up beneath the green leaves of the old tree until the toes of my battered cowboy boots were touching his black motorcycle boots. The scent of summer filled the air around us, the sun-baked earth mixing with the sharp spice of the fire and the sweet darkness of barbeque. He smelled really, really good, a hint of sweat mixed with sun-warmed skin and his soap. He’d actually brought a bar of his personal soap with him and insisted on washing me with it when we shared a shower this morning. He really, really got off on me smelling like him. Not that I was complaining, being bathed by Smoke was a decadent experience and one of the best ways in the world to greet the day.
I looked up and brushed a strand of hair from my face while we stared at each other like love-besotted fools. Tonight I actually wore my high maintenance hair down and loose at Smoke’s request. I was constantly moving it off my face, which was annoying, but totally worth every bit of irritation when Smoke ran his fingers through the long strands with a look of pure satisfaction. He cupped my cheek, leaned down and rubbed his nose along mine, then brushed a soft kiss over my lips. Even that modest touch made my skin tingle, and I sighed against his mouth, pressing my body against his even as I kept my hands at my side. If I touched him I’d either grab his magnificent ass or run my fingers through his dark, silken curls while hauling his mouth to mine in a rather wanton display that would be totally inappropriate in front of my neighbors.
The slightest hint of his tongue brushed my lips and I groaned softly, stealing a taste of him before he lifted his head and grinned down at me, still stroking my cheek in a hypnotizing rhythm. I knew I was the only person who ever got to see the soft, tender side of Smoke and I relished his open affection for me. In the world of the Iron Horse MC, where he was the Master at Arms for the founding chapter, Smoke was feared, and with good reason. I’d witnessed him losing his temper when we first met, and the pure rage he put off scared me. Even back then he’d been oddly attuned to my every need and had immediately calmed himself when he saw that his anger scared me.
“Hey, beautiful baby,” Smoke said with a rough purr in his voice. “You tryin’ to get your daddy to shoot me?”
I laughed, very aware of my father glaring at Smoke from where he sat at a picnic table near the fire pit. A hint of unease moved through me; my dad could very well be considering how to end the life of my much older boyfriend. Or, as Smoke liked me to call him, my man. Even my dad’s disapproval couldn’t quell the need coiling inside of me, and I slipped my hands into Smoke’s and gave a soft squeeze. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mimi sit down on my dad’s lap and he glared at her for a second before his lips curved into a reluctant smile and his eyes filled with warmth. They were true soul mates and I was happy for them, happy to have been blessed with parents who could show me what true love meant.
“No, I don’t want my dad to shoot you. He might hit something important. Something I really like.” I bumped my hips to his, the press of his big erection against my body sending a shiver of electric desire down my spine and straight to my clit. Fuck, knowledge was a dangerous thing. Before Smoke I’d been totally inexperienced and I had no idea how good sex could be. I have this issue with people touching me, a sensory issue combined with a fear of strangers, and before Smoke I’d never met a man who could touch me like he could. My body belonged to him from the very start and I loved the way he made me feel.
It would be nice to relax with Smoke, once we found my sister and my mom, then keep the Mafia, the Russians, and the Los Diablos MC from killing me. Once this was all over I wanted to spend a solid week in bed with Smoke, fucking each other senseless. My body hummed with arousal and I rubbed against him again, unconsciously seeking the relief I knew he could give me, and the ability to escape my worries and fear that I could only find in his arms.
His deep chuckle vibrated against my breasts. “What naughty things are you thinking about? Is it about my tongue in your pussy, or my cock?”
I frowned up at him, trying to ignore the way my lady bits were now throbbing. Damn he had a sexy ass voice, all deep and growly. Male, primal, hot. “How do you know I’m thinking about sex?”
“Because you do these long, slow bites on your lower lip when you’re getting turned on. When I see those pretty white teeth sinking into one of my favorite places to kiss I know you’re thinking about me touching you. I could fuck you for days at a time, satisfy you until you don’t know your own name, but now is not the time or place so stop being so fuckin’ sexy. You’re killin’ me.”
I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his chest with a low sigh. “I was just thinking that it will be nice to go home when this is over…and touching you.”
He made a happy sound and pulled me tight against him, his arms solid as a tree trunks wrapping around me and holding me close. “I can’t wait to get you home either.” 


While we wait for it's release be sure to check out Part One: Exquisite Trouble!
Buy it at Amazon

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Link to buy ALL her other books! ;) I am in love with her Submissive Wish (a smoking hot BDSM series), and Bondmates (a new out of this world scifi series) books, in case you need something to read this weekend.  :)