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Author Wren Michaels talks her Debut - Unbearable @AuthorWren @EvernightPub

Thank you for having me on your blog today! This is my debut novella so I'm going though ALL THE FEELS right now. A friend of mine, Evie Knight, urged me to give Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairytale line a try, and so the retelling of the lesser known fairytale Snow White and Rose Red was born. The first book in my SnowRose Series is Rose Red's story. Snow White's story will be releasing in March, entitled BAD APPLE. I appreciate the opportunity to share this with you and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Rose Red will stop at nothing to protect her sister, Snow White, from suffering the same fate as their mother. She vows to kill Hestor, the evil dwarf sorcerer responsible for her death. But a twist of fate lands her on the bottom of a riverbed, and her life in the hands of a mysterious stranger.

Marcus is a beast of a man. He is a bear by day, man by night, thanks to a curse from the evil Hestor. But when he rescues Rose from an icy grave, he unleashes the real animal. Falling for her is dangerous enough, as he must protect the secret of his curse. But she may just be the key to getting his kingdom back as she breaks one spell and puts him under another.


 “Do you have a habit of going around saving damsels in distress, Marcus?” The coy tone in her sexy voice hardens my cock even more, evidence that I've not been in female company for quite some time, and it's taking its toll.
“I don't have many women that wander into the haunted woods in need of my rescuing. Which leads to the question, what were you doing there?” I fold my arms and stare down into her eyes.
“I don't think that's any of your business now, is it?” The icy aftertaste of her tone stings my ears. “While I appreciate the rescue, I should get home. My sister is waiting for me and will send out a search party if I don't return.”
“It'll be a mighty cold walk with no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing across my lips.
The green in her eyes darkens. “Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.”
“Absolutely. Once they're dry.” I fan my arms to the fire where I've laid out her soaking clothes. “It'll take hours for them to be dry enough to wear. Besides, there's a nasty storm brewin' outside. A bit treacherous for you to be wandering out in, alone and at night. It would be in your best interest to stay here and let it pass. You can venture home in the morning.” My eyes lock onto hers and I pour sincerity into them in hopes she'll reconsider my offer. “I promise, come sunrise I will leave you, and you are free to go.”
She darts her gaze between me and the fireplace. I half expect her to make a mad dash for her clothes. But she doesn't.
“And what am I to do the rest of this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her breasts together.
I force my eyes away from the glorious cleavage and swallow over the lump in my throat. “Well, I assume you'll want to sleep. After all, I would imagine killing a man would take a lot out of you physically and emotionally. Not to mention the whole falling into the river and me rescuing you.”
Her eyes widen as big as saucers. “Were you stalking me?”
“Perhaps I came upon you once or twice before.” I give an aloof shrug.
Fury blazes in her dark green eyes and it lights my cock on fire even more. Damn, she's gorgeous when she's feisty. It takes everything in me not to devour her plump lips with my own.
“How much do you know?” She leans in, forgetting she's naked as her protective covering falls away from her breasts. 
They stare up at me from the corner of my eye, but I'm careful not to look at them for fear she'll cover them back up. Stunning pink nipples harden at the chill in the room. My fingers ache to rub them.
“How much should I know. I've never met you before, Rose. You've come into my woods for the past month, and each time a man is with you. But you always leave alone. And I'm left to dispose of bloodied bodies before morning. So, do I need to worry that you'll add me to your collection?” Jutting my hands to the blanket on either side of her body, I press in closer to her on the bed, hovering just above her lips.
Quick breaths puff from her lips as she processes my words. Her eyes stay glued to mine in a glorious rage, and it stirs me inside to think of burying myself in that fury between her legs.
“Not unless you're in league with Hestor. If you are, I suggest you run.” Her body inches closer to mine, the blankets falling even further down her body. The delicate soft skin of her stomach catches my eyes and I'm unable to look away.
“Hestor?” I repeat, as it's the only word that sticks in my ears under the distraction of her curves.
“Are you not familiar with the dwarf sorcerer?” she asks.
“Oh. On the contrary, I'm quite familiar with Hestor. The question is, why do you seek him out?” My gaze turns back to her.
“Like what you see?” She tilts her head and swipes her lips with her tongue. “It's yours if you lead me to him.”
I shake my head. “You truly must think me a fool if you proposition me so, dear Rose. I know that's what you offer the targets in your game. You tease them with the reward of your body, yet you get them alone in the woods and take their lives. You cannot seduce me in this way.”
“Am I repulsive to you?” her voice notches up an octave.
“You, Rose Red are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon. But I think you should know our interest in Hestor may be of a similar nature and perhaps we could strike a deal.” I ease off her and fold my arms.
“What do you want with him? His magicks are dark and bring only evil.” Her blazing eyes darken, studying me with intent.
I lean in, pressing my chest against hers as I hover above her face. “I have my reasons, as I know you do yours. They are not of your concern. What we both agree on is that he must be eliminated. No?”
“Your towel seems to have come lose,” she whispers.
My brow quirks. “How would you know?” I think she's trying to distract me, but I won't fall for her games. “Your eyes haven't left mine.”
“Because I'm the one who loosened it.”
Her warm hand wraps around my cock, forcing a gasp from my lungs. My head yells at me to jump back, but the sensation of her fingers gripping tight to my flesh wipe all logical thought from my mind. I make the mistake of glancing down, aching to watch her hand stroke my length. It's the last thing I see before she knocks me cold.

About the Author:

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But then a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

New Release: Demyan & Ana - The Russian Guns, Book 4 - Read Chapter One
Demyan and Ana have lived in privilege and protection as the children of Anton and Viviana Avdonin. With a Russian mob boss for a father and a mafia queen for a mother, they’ve got big shoes to fill. Love and life are messy games to play, especially when you’re new at it. 

An attack on one Avdonin will leave the family stunned and hurting. Their retribution is brutal, but the repercussions for their revenge will be even more devastating. Because when blood is spilled in their world, more must fall, too. 

No one is safe. They have always been formidable—unstoppable. But they are not bulletproof. 

Giving all of your heart to one person means running the risk of losing it when life comes crashing down. A happily ever after is just beyond their grasps. 

One will get theirs. 

And the other won’t. 

A Russian Guns Novella, Prequel to Shattered 
Warning: Possible triggers and scenes of violence. 
Demyan & Ana can be read as a standalone in the series.

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Chapter One

It’s one thing to have a mob boss for a father. It’s an entirely different thing to have Anton Avdonin for a father.
“Are you ever going to marry that girl?” Anton asked, nodding in Gia’s direction.
Gia laughed with Demyan’s mother. About what, he didn’t know. She looked happy and carefree.
“You’re twenty-five. She’s twenty-six. You’re almost done with school, she already is and working. Not to mention you’re living together. Shit, you might as well be married, son. Just get it done with already.”
Demyan cocked a brow over the top of his beer bottle. “Get it done with?”
“Well, what the fuck else do you want me to say? It’s not like you’re making any damn effort to do it on your own.”
Lifting a single shoulder in response, Demyan tipped the bottle up and swallowed a mouthful of the amber colored, bitter liquid.
“You’ve been in love with her forever. I wish you would make it official.”
Demyan rolled his eyes. “It’s not any less official just because we don’t have rings and a signed marriage license. We’re happy like this. She’s really independent. I don’t know if she will ever want to get married.”
“Have you even proposed?” Anton asked pointedly. “How would you know if you don’t?”
“You assume I haven’t.”
“If you asked Ivan for his daughter’s hand like a good man, I would be the first person he called after.”
Goddamn it. Sometimes it sucked to have his father be such close friends with Gia’s father. Between the two of them, nothing flew under their mutual radars. It had been like this since Gia and Demyan were teenagers.
“You don’t understand. I’m not going to ask Ivan for something Gia doesn’t want yet, Papa.”
Anton’s brow crinkled. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I’d marry her in a heartbeat. Like first thing tomorrow morning at the courthouse if she would let me.”
“Why won’t she?”
Demyan didn’t know.
“Is it the Bratva thing again?” Anton asked.
“No, I don’t think so. We don’t talk about that at all.”
“Nope,” Demyan said simply. “It’s easier this way.”
“So, fact is, that could be precisely why, but you don’t know because you won’t ask.”
Demyan hated when his father made sense. “I love her, Papa.”
“I know you do.”
“Exactly. And if being together like we are is what makes her happy, I don’t need more. I won’t push her for more, either. She doesn’t like that I’m Vor, so I don’t make a point of shoving it in her face. It’s only a small piece of us, but not all. I’m going to keep my focus on the better parts.”
“Fair enough,” Anton said, but his smile didn’t ring true. “And when were you planning on telling me, anyway? Or at least, your mother.”
“Tell you what?”
“That Gia’s pregnant.”
Demyan choked on his second swig of beer. Coughing, he wouldn’t meet Anton’s intense gaze. It was really fucking difficult to have a father so incredibly observant. “Why would you think she’s pregnant?”
“Are you denying it, then?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Demyan didn’t lie to his father. He never had.
“You always told me never to answer a question with a question, Papa.”
Deflecting was a plan. A shitty one, maybe, but one.
Anton kept looking at Demyan in that way of his that made his son’s nerves grow. “She likes her red wine. Always has. She refused it three times today.”
“So?” Demyan placed his beer on the side of the barbeque. “She has to work tomorrow. The last thing she needs is to be teaching twenty kindergarteners with a hangover.”
“Point taken,” his father agreed, smirking. “Except, she turned green at the sight of the raw meat earlier and said it smelled awful. The meat was across the damn room. Demyan, since when have you known Gia to hate meat?”
Since she found out she was pregnant eight weeks ago.
Demyan tried to stay quiet. He did. And failed like a fucker. “Please don’t make me tell you just because you have to know everything about everyone or you go insane. Seriously, you should see a fucking therapist about that shit or something. Not everything is your business, Papa.”
“I’m the boss. Everything is my business if I want it to be.”
“This isn’t business; it’s my life.”
“And I’m your father, which makes you my life.”
True enough, Demyan thought. The same way Anton always knew all, the man also just seemed to know everything about his son. For the most part, Demyan was grateful to have the close-knit relationship he did with his father. It was a solid foundation for his sometimes unpredictable and fast-paced life.
“You’ve never had to lie or hide things from me because I’ve always given you the space to be open and honest without fear of judgement,” Anton said softly. “Why start now?”
“I’m not hiding it, Papa.”
“Is there a reason why you two are keeping it quiet? It’s not like your mother and I would be angry. Ivan and Eva already have three grandchildren; Gia’s not a teenager and neither are you. You’re both well-off, you work hard, and you’re more than capable of caring for a child. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Demyan rushed to say, irritation rising.
“Is she considering terminating—”
“Christ, no!” The fifteen or so guests to the afternoon barbeque turned to stare at Demyan’s exclamation. He spun his back to the people and glowered at his father. “Thanks.”
“You’re good at drawing attention if nothing else,” Anton said, tipping up his bourbon to sip. “Showing emotions is the only flaw in your character. It always was.”
“I don’t need the reminder.”
“Somehow, you need to learn how to curb the instinct to react, Demyan. You’ve got everything else going for you—leadership, intelligence, charisma, and you’re cunning as fuck. You can draw fear just as easily as you lull someone into a false sense of comfort. None of those things are worth shit if you can’t control your surface emotions. This is the one thing I can’t teach you. It has to be learned from the habit of beating back the impulse, son.”
“I know,” Demyan said quietly. “I’m working on it.”
“Work harder. There are a lot of eyes on you in the Bratva right now. You’re twenty-five-years-old and just starting to seriously dip your feet into the business. Many of them believe I should have made you forgo college because they think it useless. Time wasted there could have been better spent learning the streets. I wanted you to have choices. Don’t make me regret letting you find your own way, Demyan.”
Demyan nodded tightly. “I’ll get a handle on it, Papa.”
“Do that, and fast. If nothing else, manipulate how you want others to see you. Outbursts are perfectly fine when done correctly and used to motivate something, be it fear or whatever else. Random nonsense like that is nothing more than a sign of weakness someone will use against you. Especially if your outbursts focus on one thing—or rather, someone—in particular.”
Without directly saying it, his father meant Gia. Demyan got the point.
“Do not bring unneeded and unwanted attention on those you care for because of your inability to remain calm,” Anton said. “The harder the exterior, the less likely someone will be to try and make it crack.”
“All right. I get it.”
Anton sighed, eyeing his son from the side. “She is, yeah? Pregnant, I mean.”
“Yes. Fourteen weeks yesterday. We were waiting until the first trimester passed and after that, a good time to sit everyone down. But, you and your fucking freaky perceptiveness had to go and ruin that. So again, thanks. Are you happy, now?”
Anton grinned stupidly. “Very. Huh. Vine will be pleased. Our first grandbaby.”
Demyan stared at the sky, exasperated. This was how most of their conversations went. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Oh, I know. Your mother never fails to remind me.”
“Seriously, go talk to a therapist about that shit,” Demyan muttered.
“No. They wouldn’t understand.”
They probably wouldn’t. His father was the kind of crazy even a therapist couldn’t fix.

• • •

“Is the nausea gone?” Demyan asked.
Gia nodded as she settled into his lap. “Also, I think I want a hamburger. Now that the meat isn’t all gross and bloody, they don’t look so bad.”
Demyan snorted. Pregnancy was insane. He didn’t pretend to understand Gia’s experience. For him, it was off the charts. Anxiousness walked alongside excitement.
He was going to be a father.
A father.
Holy shit. Unbelievable.
Demyan didn’t know how it happened. Well, yeah, he knew why. It was more the when that he couldn’t place. They weren’t safe every time. Gia was the only girl who could muddle up his rationale so he didn’t care about that sort of shit.
“Love you, katyonak.”
Gia would always be his little kitten with claws.
“Love you,” she echoed.
Gia’s soft mouth touched down to the underside of his jaw. She squirmed in his lap. Demyan squeezed her bare thigh playfully. He didn’t bother to hide the pleasure rolling through his bloodstream at her sigh.
“Stop that or I’m taking you home.”
Gia grinned slyly. “Not until I get my hamburger.”
“You better hurry, then. I’m hungry, too.”
“Not for food.”
“Oh, definitely not for food.”
Gia stood from his lap, her pinky finger staying hooked with his until their hands unwittingly broke apart. Not five seconds after Gia left, Demyan’s mother sat down beside him on the bench.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
Demyan gave his mother a look. “Twenty-five and I’m still your baby.”
“Of course, Demyan,” Viviana said, smiling brightly. She patted his jean-clad knee. “You know, I always thought it would be awful to have your birthday the day after Independence Day.”
“My birthday’s always been good, Ma.”
“I know. Anton loves to celebrate your day more than his own, I think. My worries were useless, huh?”
“They usually are where I’m concerned,” Demyan joked.
“Not always. How are your classes at college going?”
Demyan tried not to frown. His mother was prickly about the topic of him finishing school. He worked hard toward his degree as a lawyer focusing on criminal defense. With his efforts in the Bratva piling up, he dropped two classes to free some time. It added another year to his schooling. He also quit football two semesters earlier because he couldn’t keep everything up. The last thing he wanted to do was explain that to his mother. It would only piss her off something fierce.
“Everything is great, Ma,” Demyan half-lied.
Viviana raised a single brow as she stared across the pool to the other side of the yard where cabaƱas were set up for the guests. “Who is that man, Demyan?”
He followed his mother’s gaze. The guy she noticed chatted with a good friend of Demyan’s from college. Well, good was a bit of a stretch. Freddie was an associate who he worked some of his Bratva business through. The two first met on the football field.
Demyan learned quickly while attending private schools that the richer a person was, the darker their secrets. Freddie, like Demyan, was well-connected to the high-society scene, but not in the way someone would expect. Not all drug dealers looked like shady fucks on the street corner.
The guy chatting with Freddie was someone Demyan didn’t know at all. He must have come along with his friend.
“I’m not sure, Ma.”
Viviana’s gaze narrowed. “He was talking to your sister earlier.”
Demyan sighed. “Ana is twenty-one. She’s going to talk to boys.”
And on occasion, be the biggest, raging bitch on the planet, he added silently.
Demyan loved his sister, no doubt about it. Problem was, he and Ana were on two completely different wavelengths. Ana’s focus never diverted from her competition-level swimming and love for literature. She thought Demyan was just a thug playing with guns. They never clicked as siblings, not in a close bond sort of way.
“My problem isn’t her talking with men, Demyan. It’s when she talks to a guy who hangs out with a man like Freddie.”
So, his mother did know why Freddie sometimes chummed around with Demyan.
“Freddie is good. He’s not going to bring trouble to our doorstep. He knows better than that, Ma.”
“He better. And I hope, for that young man’s sake, your father doesn’t see him chatting with Ana like he was earlier.”
Demyan’s brow crinkled in his confusion. “What do you mean like he was?”
His relationship with his sister might be like skating on a patch of thin ice, but Demyan would still lay down his life for her. That’s what family did. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t like Ana messing around with a guy he didn’t know, either.
“Nothing,” Viviana said a little too quickly. “It was nothing. I should go find your father.”
Viviana was gone before Demyan could press his mother for more. Gia caught his eye. She balanced two plates in the palms of her hands. He stood to take a plate from her.
“The quicker we eat, the faster we can get home to dessert.”
Demyan smirked. Christ, he loved his girl. “You could take your plate with you.”
Gia stood on her tip toes to kiss him. “Nope. Half the fun is waiting for your prize, Demyan. Happy birthday.”

• • •

“You,” Demyan barked.
Ana looked away from the guy flirting with her, surprise flitting across her face at Demyan’s intrusion. Really, he wouldn’t be bothered by a guy chatting his sister up, but not knowing who that guy was unsettled him. So, Demyan found Freddie and asked who the fuck his guest was.
Cavan Dolan. Trouble with a capital T and that was something the Avdonin family didn’t need in any shape or form. The guy was well-connected to the Irish mob, considering his uncle was the boss and Cavan was the man’s only heir.
He hailed from Detroit, apparently. All Freddie knew was Cavan had been sent to New York for some chill time. The Irish mob had a small syndicate in the state, so that was likely where he was doing his business.
“Go into the house, Ana.”
Ana lifted a single brow, indignant. “Excuse me?”
“Go into the house.”
Cavan Dolan “Hey, we’re not—”
“You can shut up,” Demyan ordered. “Go, Ana.”
Something in the lilt of his tone must have worked because Ana pushed off the side of the house and disappeared around the corner. Demyan waited until he was sure she was far enough away not to hear the conversation before he rounded on the guy.
“You must have a mighty set of balls to crash my birthday,” Demyan said, getting more pissed off by the second.
“Came with Freddie. We’ve got some business to chat and he invited me along.”
“Good to know. I’ll be sure to find another middleman for that sector if he’s working more than mine. I’m only going to give you one chance to get off my father’s property before I find him and let him know who you are. Understood?”
Cavan’s gaze narrowed. “I wasn’t doing anything wrong, Demyan.”
“Doesn’t fucking matter. We don’t mix with other families. Not in business, and definitely not in play. Stay the fuck away from my family and especially my little sister. Ana isn’t the kind of girl who messes around with guys like you. We don’t need your brand of trouble around here. Leave.”
Cavan smirked. “What if she doesn’t want me to leave her alone?”
Demyan’s blood boiled. “Stay away from my family, asshole.” 
Guest Author @JaceyHolbrand Talks Writing Tips & Charmed #Review #Giveaway
Thank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to be here today to let your readers know about my newest release, ‘Charmed’, from my series, The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer.

If I could share one major writing tip, which could assist other writers in their goal of publication, what would it be and how have I implemented it in my own career?
This isn’t my first go-round with writing and a pen name, so I started on this path with experience under my belt. A tip I have to share for brand new writers: before you have that first story published, learn the ins and outs of the business side of the business, like marketing, and start promotion early. It really does help to know the ropes before jumping in and get some buzz going. For all those already published, connect all your social media sites together. I’ve done that and it makes life so much easier and gives me a better reach to readers. Plus, it’s always better to work smart, not hard. Hope this helps!

Charmed by +Jacey Holbrand 
Genres: Sci-Fi, Futuristic, Menage (MFM), Erotic, Steampunk
Heat Level: 4
Word Count: 35, 400
ISBN: 978-1-77233-153-0
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Charm knows how to get what she wants, but when faced with opposition, she tends to make bad choices. After a plan to subdue a Rullix goes wrong, Charm forces her way into two Auraths’ lives. They have a ship after all and can help her escape Earth and the Rullix.

Step-brothers, Thorne and Wade, are discussing Earth and mates when Charm dives into their presence. Each man believes her to be the partner he’s been waiting for. The men allow her passage in their spaceship, but are shot down by the Rullix and crash in a canyon.

Charm finds them sanctuary, yet even in the middle of nowhere, she still gets into trouble. Thorne and Wade have to figure out how to travel to Aurath before Charm’s bad choices lead to their demise.

Excerpt for ‘Charmed’ by Jacey Holbrand

“‘Zasta!’” Wade snapped, catching Thorne’s gaze.
Wade was right. He had to stop. Now wasn’t the place or time to start their connubial ritual. Thorne sat back and willed his libido to take a rest. There’d be a chance at lovemaking once they hied away from the crowds and restaurant.
Sexual urges repressed and mind clear, he comprehended the gravity of her situation and ground his teeth together. His heartbeat quickened and pounded through his temples. Thorne wanted to throttle each and every Rullix. How dare they think they were entitled to any Earth females for their sadistic pleasures?
“Tell us, Charm,” Thorne began, keeping his voice as steady as possible through his rising anger. “How did it come about that you have a Rullix chasing after you?”
She stood, licked her fingers, then picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth. “It’s a bit of a story. I’d rather not start it here on the off chance our friend comes back. Perhaps if we go somewhere el—”
“Thorne, it is time,” Wade cut her off and didn’t appear the least bit apologetic for it. “Our ship should be ready.”
“Ship? You guys have transportation? That’s great. You can take me anywhere I want to go. Oh, thank God. The authorities instituted a lockdown on the city. The tent people can no longer leave. I’ve been used to traveling around the States. I hate being stuck in this—”
“Madam! Cease with your jabbering.” Wade jumped to his feet and towered over Charm by a good foot, and she happened to be taller than most Earth women. He glared at her then set his gaze on Thorne. “Thorne, please tell me I am imagining my feelings for her. Tell me she is not the one for me,” he pleaded in Aurath.

1 in the series is ‘The Gathering’.
The year is 2112, and the world has changed… 
Jake Landry is interested in having some fun. He’s in Las Vegas, newly single and just off his most recent tour of duty. In Vegas he has met up with his old friend Nicola Goodheart, a scientist and inventor who studies portals, other worlds, and strange beings. Jake has also met and become enamored with Alexander, a gorgeous man with violet eyes. Jake goes with Nic on a portal finding mission, and they all end up in Alexander’s alien world. 

Recruiter Alexander Bloodworth is interested in Jake for himself and in Nicola for placement in a pleasure house on his home planet of Aurath. When he hears word one of his people’s enemies are after Nicola and Jake, he goes to save them both, even at the peril of losing his job. 

Will they risk their hopes and dreams—Alexander and Jake for a chance at love and Nicola for her career—or will they falter and lose everything anyway?
Be Warned: m/m sex

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Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers.

‘Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.’

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Bethany-Kris's Review of Charmed
Four out of Five Stars

Charm has a way of getting what she wants, but she's also got a way of getting herself into trouble. When she tries to trick a Rullix and fails, and sets herself up with two male Auraths for safety. Thorne and Wade are wandering the wasteland that is earth discussing the topic of mates and waiting for their ship to be repaired so they can return home. Instantly, both men know Charm is their mate, but things aren't so simple. The Rullix hasn't given up in getting his revenge on Charm for her little tricks, and when the ship crashes, the threesome is left in the middle of nowhere until help can come. Trouble is something that seems to find Charm, regardless of where she is and it's right around the corner. Can the three stay alive long enough to get back to the Auraths' planet to start their happily ever after together? 

I really enjoyed Ms. Holbrand's The Encounter, so I eagerly picked Charmed one up for a chance to review as well. She's got a way with the sci-fi nature of a story, giving a reader just enough details of the characters and their surroundings to make it interesting while at the same time, making us use our imaginations. I like that aspect quite a bit.Charmed in the second novella in a series, yet I didn't feel left out or wondering on what happened in the first book. I'm curious enough to go pick it up and see, but Charmed focused in on only the relationship between the three and not what happened before. 

You have to love Thorne and Wade here. Each have their own distinctive personalities. One comes off a little tough and dominant with a colder exterior, and the other is dominant while still retaining a sweeter nature. They were a ying and yang,I think. It really complimented the heroes. Charm, on the other hand ... girl had spunk. A lot of it. She's a bit of a ball breaker.  I think readers who have trouble with connecting or liking a heroine would find no problems loving Charm. She's sweet without being meek, sassy but not too much, and independent like every woman should be. Charmed was a hot, short read, but it felt right for the situation. The sexual scenes between the three were well-written and left me wanting more. I especially liked the bonding scene. Loved how the author portrayed that--sort of like marriage vows. 

At the end of it all, I was left wavering between a five or four stars. My wobble came from the way it ended, really. I felt it so abrupt that one page they were here, the next it was over and I was left wondering how introductions went with the family, or how Charm was accepted into the folds, that sort of thing. I did enjoy the last bit of it. I thought that was really sweet they were able to have something so rare (no spoilers, read to find out what I'm talking about), but I wished we could have had a little more insight to the three settling in and really beginning life together. So, I end it off with a four. It's an enjoyable, fast paced, short and hot read. If you like a bit of sci-fi with your menage, pick this up. 
Demyan & Ana: A Russian Guns Novella is on Pre-Order Now #ComingSoon - The Russian Guns
It's less than a week from its release already. I can't believe it. Nerves and excitement abound over here. Demyan & Ana is the 4th book in The Russian Guns series and it's the prequel to Shattered (Demyan's story).

It's intended to be a free read, so some of the vendors have it priced at 0 and some, like Amazon, are apparently slow on the ball for price matching.

Pick up your pre-order copy: Amazon | Google Play

-- Kris

Demyan and Ana have lived in privilege and protection as the children of Anton and Viviana Avdonin. With a Russian mob boss for a father and a mafia queen for a mother, they’ve got big shoes to fill. Love and life are messy games to play, especially when you’re new at it. 

An attack on one Avdonin will leave the family stunned and hurting. Their retribution is brutal, but the repercussions for their revenge will be even more devastating. Because when blood is spilled in their world, more must fall, too. 

No one is safe. They have always been formidable—unstoppable. But they are not bulletproof. 

Giving all of your heart to one person means running the risk of losing it when life comes crashing down. A happily ever after is just beyond their grasps. 

One will get theirs. 

And the other won’t. 

A Russian Guns Novella, Prequel to Shattered 
Warning: Possible triggers and scenes of violence. 
Demyan & Ana can be read as a standalone in the series.

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