Friday, March 10, 2017

{Cover Reveal} I DON'T by ELLA FOX

Title: I Don't
Author: Ella Fox
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 3, 2017
Done.
Finished. Kaput. Whatever you want to call it, the bride-to-be won’t be at the church on time. Walking away from her fiancé was the hardest thing Ava has ever done. After all, the sexy and charming Mateo is everything she's ever wanted—and more. But she needs to protect herself—and her heart—before it’s shattered once and for all. Mateo has no choice but to let her go. His woman needs space, and he loves her enough to give it to her—no matter how much he hates it. The only thing keeping him sane is the certainty that their separation will be short-lived. Ava thinks it’s over, but she’s about to find out that Mateo will stop at nothing to turn her “I Don’t” into an “I Do.”
“It's Mr. Gretchen isn't it?” “Um, no,” Ben answered, “This is most definitely not Mr. Gretchen.” “Okayyy,” I drawled. “You’re acting weird, so I have to assume it’s someone unusual. Is it the President? George Clooney? Oh, wait. I know. It’s Channing Tatum. If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a dozen times not to call me at work—" “Not even close. This man—he says he’s your fiancé.” My heart stopped beating for several seconds. When it started up again, I assured myself I was asleep. Yep, that had to be it. I was having a nightmare. With my free hand, I pinched my thigh, wincing at the twinge of pain. Dammit, I was awake. No, no, no, I chanted inwardly as I started to panic. I was nowhere near ready to deal with him. Surely he wouldn’t have tracked me down at work. With me gone, he should be living the bachelor life to the fullest, so busy dealing with his social calendar that thinking of me was impossible. I prayed that there was some kind of mistake or that whoever was on the phone wasn’t him. Maybe it was someone calling for another Ava. That could happen, right? “His voice,” I whispered. “Does he sound—” “Spanish?” Ben supplied. “Yeah.” I’d been about to ask if he sounded like a stubborn son-of-a-bitch, but Spanish told me what I needed to know.




Ella Fox is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Consequences of Deception, The Hart Family series & many other sexy and exciting books.  
Ella is an avid reader, lover of music and all around goofball. She grew up loving to read. That's not surprising considering the fact that her mom is USA Today Bestselling Author Suzanne Halliday!
In 2016 Ella began publishing insta-love novellas under the pen name Evie Harrison.
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{ New Release & Giveaway } DEVIL YOU KNOW by L.A.Fiore




Title: Devil You Know
Series: Lost Boys #1
Author: L.A. Fiore
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 10, 2017



Blurb

Damian Tate. One look into his sad green eyes and I was hooked. I wanted to be the one to make him laugh, to make him smile. I hadn't expected him to be the one to make me blush, to make me hot...to make me fall in love. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I wanted forever with him, but life got in the way.

He enlisted, I went to college, and for years we were never in the same place long enough to pick up where we left off.

Thirteen years after he left, tragedy brings him home. The stoic boy I fell in love with grew into a quiet, dangerous and wildly sexy man. He still tugs on all the right strings for me, but he seems determined to keep me at arm's-length.

However, when trouble comes knocking at my door, he is the one to put himself between that trouble and me.

Spending time with him might drive me insane, or it might be our second chance at first love.








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Excerpt

Before I could scan the crowd for Damian, a hand wrapped around mine...one with cuts and blood on the knuckles. It was Damian and he looked pissed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

My heart hurt seeing his face—a cut near his left eye, blood smeared down his cheek and a blooming bruise on his jaw. “I heard you and Cam talking. I was curious.”

He had been walking me toward the exit but those words stopped him. His feet sort of rooted themselves to the concrete floor as his head turned in my direction. “So you walked here alone?”

“It wasn’t far.”

That wasn’t the right answer apparently because he hissed between his teeth. It wasn’t an actual word, just a release of frustration.

He started toward the exit again. “What are you fighting when you are out there?”

We had just reached the stairs when he pulled me behind them and pressed me up against the wall. “Come again?”

“When you fight, what are you fighting?”

“Not who am I fighting?”

“No, your opponent isn’t what you’re fighting.”

He leaned in and lowered his head to look me right in the eyes. “How do you know that?”

I gently wiped the blood from his face. “I know you.”

He had the strangest reaction to that. He closed his eyes, like he was in pain, and lowered his forehead to my shoulder. “This can’t happen.”

Those words caused a chill to move right down my spine. He was wrong. It totally could and should happen. “Why not?”

He lifted his head and for the first time I saw so much more in those eyes. “Cam is a good friend and your parents are like my own.”

“And?”

His lips brushed along my jaw and I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding down the wall. “And if I did to you all the things I wanted, I couldn’t sit at their table without them knowing that I claimed every part of you.”





Author Bio

L.A. Fiore is the author of several books including: Beautifully Damaged, Beautifully Forgotten, Beautifully Decadent, His Light in the Dark and A Glimpse of the Dream. She's also the social secretary for her two children, a tamer of ill-mannered cats, the companion to one awesome dog and married to her best friend. She likes her wine red, her shrimp chilled and her social gatherings small and intimate.



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{ New Release} 👸CLAIMED PRINCESS👸 by Alexa Riley









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Heavenly and Carlos have been best friends their whole lives. But it’s almost time for Heavenly’s birthday, which means she’ll be married off to a king.
Carlos has been King for a few years now and is being pressured to choose a bride. But he’s only ever had eyes for one princess, and he’s had to wait for her to turn twenty-one.
Heavenly doesn’t have any idea the plans Carlos has made for her, so when she offers to marry his brother, things don’t go so well. Girl, they don’t go well at all… Carlos isn’t having that. She gets a dose of alpha when Carlos lays down the law. But when she runs…how far will she actually get?
Warning: Do you really wonder if there’s a happily ever after? Because you know that’s kind of our thing, right? Look, he chases her, but it all works out.

Also it’s really hot. Get it!
Each book in The Princess series is standalone & about a different couple.



*Heavenly*

I flip through a magazine while lying on the floor of Carlos’s office. I’m bored as I lie on my stomach, swaying my feet in the air. I roll over when I come to a picture of Princess Star. I’m not shocked to see her in the magazine. I’d be more shocked if she wasn’t. The paparazzi are always trying to find out what she’s wearing and what she’s doing. Or better yet, who she’s doing. What kind of name is that? It makes me want to roll my eyes as much as her face does.

“You sure you don’t want to pick Star?” I tease, rolling fully to my side to look at Carlos. His eyes are trained on me, his face set in a hard stare. I don’t know why he looks so angry. He’s been grumpy for the past few months, which isn’t normal for him.

Okay, that’s not true. He’s usually pretty abrupt and a little cool with people. Except with me. I’m always the one who can get away with anything. I can show up at his office, flop down, and do whatever I want. Like I am now. It’s been that way since I was a little girl. But then he wasn’t always king. He’s only held the title for the past few years. I thought things might change. That he wouldn’t have time for me anymore. Instead I’ve only been granted further access into his family’s castle.

His eyes move to my legs, and it’s then I see my dress has ridden up. I sit up quickly and pull it down, my face turning red knowing he saw my underwear. I want to die. Of course when the man I’ve been in love with since I was fifteen sees my underwear, I’m wearing plain white ones with little hearts on them. Kill me now.

“I suggest you get rid of that dress, Heavenly. I’m sure whoever your intended might be wouldn’t like hearing his wife wore dresses and flashed what was his to other men.”

My mouth falls open at his words, then I narrow my eyes at him. He’s never talked to me like that before. I take the magazine and throw it at him. My aim is terrible, and it ends up knocking a vase off the table next to his desk. It causes it to crash to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.

I roll back over and grab another magazine, ignoring him. I’m not even sure what I’m mad about. Maybe it’s the casual talk about me being passed to whoever my husband might be. My coming of age is fast approaching, and I’ve been ignoring it, hoping that maybe no one will call on me. My heart already belongs to a man who’s been searching for his own wife since he became king. I’m not even a blip on his radar in that area. I’m like his cute little sister in his eyes, someone he has to protect and shelter.

He’s been my everything from the first moment we met. I came to stay with my grandma, whose home is right on the edge of Carlos’s land. I’d moved here after both my parents died and my brother had taken the crown. I love my brother, but he had no idea what to do with a grieving little sister. He had a country of his own to run.

I climbed the wall that surrounded the castle from the rest of the world, only to come up against two guards when I’d landed on the other side. Boredom and curiosity had gotten the best of me that day. They dragged me kicking and screaming back to the castle with the intent to have me arrested for trespassing. Which I was. But it was Carlos who’d saved me.

I’d broken away from the two guards and taken off, only to run right into Carlos. He was like a hard wall of muscle, and I would have fallen on my ass that day if he hadn’t grabbed ahold of me. He pulled me back to him and stopped me from falling.

I’d never seen someone go from angry to sweet in a flash. He ripped into the guards for having sent a girl running from them in fear. Since that day a guard has never touched me or stood in my way here. Most won’t even make eye contact with me. No place ever been off limits to me either. Something about that makes me feel special, but I have a feeling it’s something I’ll soon lose. I can’t imagine whoever Carlos chooses as a wife will allow me to still roam the castle and estate like I do now.

Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night I sneak over from my grandmother’s and climb into his bed, where he’ll hold me close until I fall asleep. I don’t think that will be happening anymore once he takes a queen. Especially since he asked me to stop the last time I did it. It cut deep. Deeper than I thought it would. Yeah, things are going to change, but I don’t want them to. I want to stay here forever. This feels like my home now—the only home I’ve known since I lost both my parents.

The room remains quiet as both of us know I’m not going to clean up the mess. I glance over at him, and his eyes are still on me. We stare at each other for a long moment.

“I’m sorry, Heavenly. You know I’m very protective of you.” I nod, understanding. He has always been that way with me, even when it comes to men or boys poking around me. “I don’t like the idea of men being able to see up your dress.” He leans back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his face. “Things have to change,” he mumbles, and I feel my stomach turn.

“I’m not going to be allowed here after you choose your wife,” I say, and I hear the defeat and sadness in my own voice. This wife thing has been hanging over my head for two years now. It’s bittersweet. Part of me loves the fact that he hasn’t picked one yet, and another part wants him to do it so I have to face the music.

“Why would you say such a thing?” He sits back up in his chair.

“I mean, I know I can come over, just not like now. You already won’t let me in your room.” My gaze drops back down to the magazine.

Carlos gets up, coming around his desk and picking up the magazine I threw. He looks at the page that’s open to the picture of Star. He rolls his eyes and tosses it into the fire that’s cracking quietly in the fireplace.

“You’re days away from coming of age,” he reminds me.

I know. I turn twenty-one soon. I’ve been dreading it, wondering who might be calling for my hand in marriage. I secretly hoped that my brother had forgotten all about me and I wouldn’t have to worry about that day. But I think that chance is slim to none.

“I know,” I mumble. “Maybe you should worry about your own little problem. You know, picking a wife? How many women have showed up here and you still haven’t picked one.”

His jaw clenches at my words. He hates when they come. That makes two of us. I want to say it out loud, but I keep it to myself. I always try to keep the anger out of my voice. I can’t let my jealousy show. That wouldn’t be good. Then I really wouldn’t be allowed over anymore.

“Heavenly. You will never not be allowed here. You’re a part of this family, and you know it.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong. If he were mine I sure as heck wouldn’t let him hang out with some girl in his office all day.

Then it hits me. I jump up and rush over to him. “Maybe I could marry your brother!”

I almost run into him I’m so excited at the idea. But he catches me and puts his hands on my shoulders. I’d never have to leave! I could still see Carlos and his mom every day! Carlos’s brother Romy is nice, but if the rumors in the magazines are true, he’s a little bit of a player. But I wouldn’t care. I’m sure his mom will be pushing him to get married soon, too. Maybe we could just be married in name. He could still do whatever he wanted, and I could stay here. Romy and I get along well. We often team up and give Carlos a hard time when he gets into one of his grumpy moods.

Carlos tightens his grip on my shoulders.

“You want to be with my brother?”

The look on his face changes to anger. I’ve seen this face on him many times over the years, but never has it been aimed at me. I don’t understand why he’s so mad. I know he’s protective of me in a brotherly way, but this seems excessive.

“He wouldn’t treat you as you deserve to be treated,” he half-growls. He brings his hand to my cheek and strokes it softly. The touch doesn’t match the anger in his words.

“Romy is sweet to me,” I say, trying to make him understand.

“He wouldn’t be loyal,” he throws back.

Loyalty is everything to him. I know Carlos would be faithful to his wife. He’s a man of great honor. That’s probably why I’ve never seen any magazine pictures of him out on a date. It’s also why he’d never think of being with me. I’m too young. Not only that but although I’m a princess, I’m a little brash and blurt things out in moments I shouldn’t. My parents kept me away from the social scene, then after they died I was out here living with my grandmother. She barely leaves the house. My only social interactions occur with him, when I come over here and hang out. I even completed my schooling at the castle with private teachers. It was easier to do it here. I practically live here, for the most part. If I wasn’t with Carlos, I was with his mother, helping her plan some charity event or dinner, ones I never went to. Carlos always said I was too young. I often wondered if he brought dates to those events. But at night, when he’d get home, I’d sneak over, faking I had a bad dream. When I crawled into his bed there were never any other women. Nor did his bed smell like one had been with him.

The doors to Carlos’s office open, and his mom Nina walks in. Carlos drops his hand from my cheek, but the other on my shoulder only digs in a little tighter. I shake him off, turning to greet the woman who has become like a mom to me over the past five years.

“Nina, I have the best idea! I should marry your son.”

































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Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.
They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!
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{Blog Tour & Review} AMERICAN PRINCE by Sierra Simone

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American Prince, the highly-anticipated follow up to American Queen by Sierra Simone is available now!!

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American Prince by Sierra Simone 

Publication Date: March 7th, 2017 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

I’ve been many things.
I’ve been a son and a stepbrother. An Army captain and a Vice President.
But only with Him am I a prince. His little prince.
Only with Maxen and Greer does my world make sense, only between them can I find peace from the demons that haunt me. But men like me aren’t made to be happy. We don’t deserve it. And I should have known a love as sharp as ours could cut both ways.
My name is Embry Moore and I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States…for now.
This is the story of an American Prince.

Excerpt:

In an instant, he was on me, straddling my thighs, one hand yanking my head back so I had to look up into his face. “Don’t play games with me,” Ash warned in a low voice. “Not tonight. Not after what you did. You don’t even want to know the things I’m thinking about right now.” I could barely breathe. Pain sang out from my shoulder and hunger sang out from my thickening cock. I was at the mercy of a monster—in the hands of an angry god, as they say—and I’d never felt more alive. It was like kissing his boot, like that first moment I’d been shot at in the trees—the whole world came to life, the forest thrumming and the leaves rustling and my blood and heart all part of this incredible symphony of magic and music that was playing all the time, if only I had the ears to listen. Being with Ash was like my battle high, the fragility of life so apparent, the thrill of surviving it so exhilarating. Surviving him. “Take it,” I said, my fantasies from all those years ago coming back and making me stir underneath him. “What?” he asked quietly. “Take what you’re owed. Take what you deserve for saving my life.” His lips parted, his eyes hooded, and he pulled my head back even more, exposing my throat. “And what exactly do you owe me?” he asked. “What exactly do I deserve?” I met his eyes, which were almost black in the dark. “Whatever you want.” “What I want will have you flat on the ground with tears in your eyes. You think you want to give that to me?” “No.” I swallowed. “I want you to take it from me.” He went still. “Let me thank you,” I begged. “Let me make you feel better. Use me. Use me how you need.” “Oh, that’s what you want, is it?” he breathed. He leaned in, his thighs on my throbbing erection, and I felt his own, an iron bulge pressing into my stomach. It was massive. He’d tear me apart with it. “You won’t let me have you any other time, not with kisses or love letters, but when you’re bleeding and I’m furious, that’s when you’ll open yourself to me? That’s when I get to have this?” How could I make him understand? That it had to be like this? That I had to be conquered, not wooed?
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"It's Better This Way"

5 mighty stars for the story , one giant star for Ash and one wounded star for Embry -7 stars !
This is the prècis and context of the story . In Four Words Sierra contrived the essence of this Arthurian Talent of Immortal Love . We saw in book one , how Maxen Ash Colchester marries Greer Galloway and makes her the American Queen. Yet in the sidelines, also stands Embry Moore. He's the Tragic Lancelot to Ash. Very much irrevocably in love with the Queen, and yet his heart sings for Ash. 
And the perfection is, Ash is deeply in love with Embry too and holds dear both Greer And Embry in his big heart 

“Do you think that you are any less important to me?” he asks roughly. 
“Do you think I can risk you, as well as her? Do you think that if you were caught I wouldn’t come after you too?”
“No. I won’t risk you, and as far as I’m concerned, both you and Greer belong to me. Your safety is my responsibility, as is your pleasure and your pain.” He says this last part so quietly that no one else can hear him. “I’m not worthy of the promises I made in this room, not worthy of what I take from the two of you, if I can’t protect you.”

It's a tragedy in the making because such complicated relationships can barely stand the test of time, jealousy and in this case, public image . Embry has a wounded psyche. He is self deprecating and scornful. Fate and Merlin seemed to have taken more from him than given. His mother, father, Morgan, his orientation , war and then Merlin. Ironically he voluntarily submits to be the sacrificial lamb who murders his love at the altar to please the Gods that save the World. Embry is the most developed character of this story because he can always see the larger canvas and his own role in it. 

“You’ve always had a death wish, Embry. It frightens me more than I can tell you.”
I was born without the parts that made people brave or pure or good. I knew that I was born without a conscience, or maybe a heart or a soul.
And even though it’s not productive to blame myself, the blame feels like an old, familiar cloak. I toss it over my shoulders and feel more settled somehow, more in control. The world makes sense again. It’s my fault. It’s always my fault.

He's an Empath to a certain degree I think, taking Ash & Greer's burden and pain upon himself and Feeling it. He Flays his heart for them, feeds off the scraps from their Love Table , just so that the pain in his heart would wash away his sins somehow. And he's aware of the sins he commits too, of breaking Ash's heart , breaking Green's heart and stabbing himself in the heart with Abilene Dagger. 

" I fight it. I struggle against it. I always struggle against it, actually. And then at the very end, when I’ve been broken, I feel it. The calm. The peace. The space Ash has carved out for me where there is no guilt, no self-loathing, no agony. Just the quiet and the love, his hand on the back of my neck and my tears drying on my face.
“Let me do the punishing,” he says, and oh God, yes please. Only at Ash’s feet can I feel like I’ve atoned for everything I’ve done wrong. Only under his merciless palm can I find mercy from my own thoughts."

Greer is the Regal and Sovereign in her personality , very much like Guinevere here. She submits to Ash at his feet , literally, but holds on to her stature too when in danger. 
She has not much to do in this part because her life course is charted and her choices pre-made , that comes with the territory of being the First Lady. And anyways she belongs to Ash who , I feel, holds her steady and maneuvers her life

" I’ve become one of those damsels in the legends that I teach about at Georgetown, one of those women in the stories who represents sex or virtue or deceit or any number of things to the gallant knight she’s entreating for help. To complain these women are passive is to miss the point; they aren’t women at all. They’re symbols, defined by the meaning the knights make of them, recognizable only as the role they play in the knight’s adventure. And right now, it’s hard not to feel a kinship with those cardboard characters. I’m in this trunk because of the meanings Melwas made about me, even because of the meanings the President and his Vice President have made about me. To Melwas, I’m a thing to be possessed; to Ash and Embry, I’m a living projection of their love and promises. In other words, I’m being moved around in a story that isn’t my own. "

See how beautiful the language is, it brings tears to my eyes ^^
And then there's Ash -Maxen Colchester . He's the Noblest of them all . On his broad shoulders rests the Onus of winning the war, protecting his men, training them, protecting Embry & Greer, running the country and dealing with potential threats. 
But where does that leave his own heart and free will ? Nowhere !
He's a Giant amidst Lilliputians . And Merlin, Greer and especially Embry are the closest of his Coterie who recognize his Godly Aura and arrange themselves in a way , to clear his path to conquer and rule the entire world. 

"It wasn’t even about age, now that I think about it. It was about time. He looked like a man from a different era, a man who should have been riding horses through thick forests, rescuing damsels and slaying dragons. 
Noble. 
Heroic. 
Kingly."

This story is more about their internal Dynamics than the outside influences on their lives. 
Each scene is described in depth . What the characters are doing, what are they feeling and how they're behaving and why. That shows the acute understanding of complicated relationships that Sierra possesses and very lucidly communicates to us.
All the actors in this tragically fated story are moving down the slippery slope of unrequited love and we just watched helplessly. I so want to stop them yet rush them, applaud them yet flail them, egg them on yet retard their journey.
But even being in a Triangle , sierra doesn't let Ash become a mere cuckold or Greer a mere Adultress or Embry a Rascal Infidel. 
Not. At. All . In fact my heart breaks for them. I wanted them all to be happy in a Utopian world where they find peace and strength. 
The violent scene where Ash and Embry have the dreadful It's Better This Way Hateful love , just was too much for my heart to bear. 
There's a lot of heavy BDSM sex to clarify their dynamics, lots of tender sex that leaves you reeling, so many emotions flow through bringing more tears than joy. 
I have to mention here, all the sex scenes were a story unto themselves. There was a beginning , a process, the heavy emotions that either got uplifted or trampled, some tragic or romantic outcome and then the consequences. You could come out sated and plenished or heartbroken and dissipated because Sierra magically staged each and every sexual interaction as an independent subplot. Maybe it's just me who noticed it . You don't walk away from such Mythical and ancient Love unchanged. 
I was many a times so overwhelmed with so deep a love that flows through this story , that I had to take a crying break . The profoundly moving scenes are so finely worded, they bring the angst alive. 
The scene where Embry rescues Greer with his animalistic love . I was rallying for Embry and his brave attempt to unleash and restrain himself , all at the same time. What a fantastic scene. It shows so many emotions -Love, Retribution, rescue, violence, bravery and redemption
The scene where Ash and Embry are walking in Carpathia and Ash surprises Embry, you can feel the desperation and Courage of Embry. His heart and mind battling it out and I could see the sheer magnitude of his personality, even though he won't admit it.
The scene of Declaration of Love and a sensible understanding of sorts , that these characters reach to move together, so that no man is left behind . 
I fell in love with Ash's magnanimous , larger than life ,persona

"what person could resist having Captain Maxen Ashley Colchester in love with them? Really? Who could have done it?"

I am completely smitten by the placement of Embry and Greer in Ash's life and their connection to each other while submitting to him 

"And I know in that moment that Embry and I have something Ash can never have with either of us— which is, of course, the experience of being loved by him. Embry and I share a secret path, a secret knowledge, and the cause is Ash, but it exists outside of him too. It’s a living thing that binds Embry and I together, animated by whatever kinks and cul -de-sacs in our minds that make us the twisted, strange lovers we are.Contentment unfurls in me, a sense of safety, a deep well of love. And the sense of a secret uncovered, a hitherto hidden shore landed upon. Something that belongs to Embry and me alone."

^^^^^^^^
See the maturity and sensibility shown in the handling of this unusual love , which could have blown up in their faces. Marvellous . Amazing. Talented !
I wish I could live in this book. Ash is my most admired character for his Godliness, Greer for her grace and stature but Embry Moore is the showstopper ! So complex, so noble yet so vulnerable . 

I wish I could mean as much to Ash as Greer or Embry . So wholly loved, cherished and treasured 

“I’m a better man with you and because of you. I want to be the only one who gets to squeeze and bruise you. I want to be the only one to hear you sigh in your sleep. I want mine to be the face you see when you wake up.”
"You're different in most ways, but the same in the most important way: how it feels right to me.”

I can't sing enough praises for this story, how beautiful and poignant it is
I insist that everyone read this series. 
There's a horrid twist which gives the last kick to the story , already teetering on the lip of a volcano. It'll explode so badly in book 3 , I'm presuming. The lives are turned upside down and I'm assuming there will be a battle of wills
I am reminded of an age old adage here - When the Giant Tuskers do battle ; it's the Lowly grass that gets trampled 
So I'm hoping and dreading at the same time about the ending of this tale. Who gets trampled and who gets sacrificed. I'd love to predict the favourable outcome but knowing Sierra, I'm sure it'll be Befitting and Appropriate.
I wish to read more about Merlin and his Omniscience . Where , why and how of his Life's motives.
Who gave him the authority and why does he move like a ghost throughout the story, moving characters like pieces on a chessboard. And ultimately who will be the one to take control of the reins in this Runaway Steed !

"It's NOT Better This Way" ....prove me wrong Sierra !