Wednesday, August 6, 2025

Unravelling a fifty-year old mystery – #Thriller #FirstNations #Giveaway #Review

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Blurb

Hallee Landry is a promising young Tsawwassen First Nations attorney and litigator with an enviable résumé and a bright future. At only twenty-seven years old, she is not a residential school survivor. Or is she? Everything she has understood to be true about her origins is challenged when she is kidnapped while in Kamloops to attend the annual Pow Wow. Now somebody wants her dead. But why? The perpetrators seem to be a confounding mix of low-level criminals and a sophisticated cadre of malefactors backed by someone high up at the Vatican. 

Hallee is bewildered to learn that her only allies are an elderly nun, a venerable old Catholic priest, and an Indigenous midwife. This motley crew of improbables faces long odds in unravelling a 50-year-old mystery before the opposing menacing forces erase history for good. 

Lurking in the shadows is a long-standing conspiracy of extortion, child abuse, kidnapping, and murder. The only clues on offer are an old drawing, a scratchy cassette tape, and a majestic totem pole. First-time novelist Ray Anthony Morris beckons us into the classroom and dares us to slip behind the curtain of an Indian residential school. Much like the backdrop of the mighty Fraser River, serpentining through the Canadian Rockies, this heroic story lifts our spirits on the wings of heart-choking tales of uncommon valour and then plunges us straight into the rollicking, white-water rush-ride of a sensational suspense thriller.

Excerpt

I think my panic would have been more acute without the hypnotic rhythmic motion of tires thrumming the highway. I was dead sure my eyes were open and yet, I could not see. Terrified even to ask myself in silence, I asked nonetheless: Was I blind or just emerging from some dark, propulsive nightmare?

My nose itched and I could have used a good scratch, but my hands wouldn’t do what I asked them to—they couldn’t move. I was pretty sure I had been asleep. If I’m honest, as I became more fully awake, more alert, the original dozy bewilderment of my earliest consciousness was caving from the onslaught of adrenaline, of fear.

I was fighting hard for basic comprehension. It occurred to me that my nose was itching because something, some cloth or hat, was covering my face. I struggled to draw a breath, and, speaking of that, I could smell my breath and was not impressed. The cloth was also rubbing against my ears. OMG! I was hooded!

That encroaching fear I referred to earlier had become full-on incandescent fright. I tried unsuccessfully to work my hands loose. I didn’t waste my energy on that exercise for long because I recognized the cold, hard plastic feel of zip ties digging into my wrists. Although my area of expertise was civil rights, not criminal law, I knew it was not in my favour that I was bound by zip ties versus rope or rags, or whatever had come…well, to hand—pun unavoidable.

My mind raced with unwelcomed images, whether from my time spent in a courtroom or from watching Law and Order reruns, I couldn’t be sure. Four hundred and twenty pound tensile strength nylon. Some of the manufacturer’s features included but were not limited to the following: double-tooth-in-lock for extra strength, pre-set for instant submission and, of course, they met the standards for law enforcement and military apprehension applications. It was not encouraging.


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Review by Lisabet Sarai

When Hallee Landry is kidnapped, cuffed, gagged and tossed into the back of a van, she has no clue why. She reasons that she may have made enemies due to her occupation as a lawyer, but the taunts of her captors suggest that the abduction is somehow connected with her First Nations ethnicity. Fortunately, the thugs are as stupid as they are vicious and she manages to escape with the help of a pair of local men who turn out to also be members of indigenous communities.

She is welcomed into a circle of remarkable individuals. Father Danny and Sister Valerie had the misfortune to be assigned to a notorious residential school during the nineteen sixties. Ethan survived the school but saw his friends and loved ones abused and murdered. Hallee learns that she too has a historical connection to South Thompson Indian Residential School. She joins Sister Valerie, Father Danny and their comrades in a plan to shine the light of truth on the long-buried crimes of the school officials. Meanwhile their enemies – the shadowy figures responsible for Hallee’s abduction – plot to undermine the community of Native American bands about to unite at a grand Pow Wow ceremony.

Kill Pocahontas offers a brutal and uncompromising account of the horrors of the residential school system. Unmarked child graves discovered at school sites throughout Canada over the past decades have revealed the genocidal scope of this shameful collaboration between government and religion. This novel, though, makes history personal by describing in unflinching detail the cruelty, bullying, violence and sexual abuse directed at children whose only fault was to be born to a First Nations family. The story revolves around the fate of Hallee’s grandmother, raped and impregnated at age eleven by a priest, then murdered to keep his secret safe. Hallee’s new comrades are determined to uncover the evidence needed to bring down that wicked cleric, now risen high in the ecclesiastical hierarchy.

This novel pulls no punches. One reason I signed up for Ray Anthony Morris’s tour is that I felt it was important to educate more people about the terrible injustices of the residential school system and the damage they caused to Native American society and culture, damage that persists even today. Kill Pocahontas succeeds in bringing these injustices to painful life. I will never forget Mr. Morris’s portrayal of the bullying nun who terrifies her charges until they lose control of their bladders, then forces them to sleep in their fouled beds, or the priest smirking as he prays over the grave of the girl he violated then had killed.

Using these historical incidents as a backdrop for a suspense plot was an audacious notion. I did not feel that this aspect of the book completely succeeded, however. While readers will applaud at the protagonists’ efforts to exact well-earned revenge on Hallee’s corrupt and mendacious grandfather, the plot becomes increasingly implausible as the novel progresses. The final resolution is pretty unbelievable.

The novel also has a tendency to divide the world and the characters into black and white. Hallee and her comrades are portrayed as warm, generous, clever, compassionate and courageous. The people working against them are arrogant, irredeemably wicked and in the case of lower-level minions, painfully dumb. While this dialectic enhances the tension between right and wrong, it is obviously an oversimplification.

In a similar vein, Mr. Morris depicts modern day law enforcement as helpful and supportive of indigenous rights. I had to wonder about this, given the complicity of provincial and national governments in the establishment and maintenance of the residential school system. I strongly suspect that the racism that fueled these abuses still exists in some quarters.

In fact, as an American, I knew very little about the background of this chapter in Canadian history. (I gather that many Canadians are similarly unaware.) Despite the novel’s literary weaknesses, it has succeeded in arousing my curiosity and encouraging me to do my own research.

I hope that anyone who reads Kill Pocahontas will have the same reaction. We cannot hope to prevent future wrongs until we understand those of the past.

About the Author

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Anthony Morris was raised in the small town of Oromocto, New Brunswick. He was not raised to look the other way, not take a side, or not get involved. His friends know him as champion of fair play and an advocate for social justice and racial equality. He currently lives alone in Alberta, Canada.

This novel is a work of fiction but based on a true story that the author was simply compelled to tell.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2025

An asylum from a lost time – #Suspense #GulfCoast #Giveaway

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Blurb

When marine buddy, Gulfport, Mississippi Sheriff asks Craige Ingram for help, Ingram and Buckingham Parish patrolman ‘Badger’ Thomas Boback find themselves in the summertime dogdays of the humid Gulf Coast. With crowded beaches and an undermanned staff, a routine investigation soon becomes anything but routine when indescribable body parts start showing up along the surf, in beachfront cabins, half-buried in bayou wetlands, stashed under freeway bridges, and across county lines. Craige’s search for answers to identifying victims and killer among the crowds of tourists and skin-and-sun partygoers soon makes it obvious the victims have no connection with one another—until conflicting DNA results and haunting premonitions resembling the warnings Craige’s grannie often had become part of the investigation. The jigsaw of abandoned cross-kin offspring begin a horrifying Gordian Knot tangle that threatens anyone who approaches the shadowy ancient wreck of an old mansion - an asylum from a lost time.

Excerpt

Ramona Cowan stepped back and looked at her handiwork. Black goop, flaxseed, and smelly oil-based paint dripped from the brush in her hand. With two fingers she gingerly propped the framed sign against the rusty decorative iron corner post. The sign canted off-center on the post, a singular reminder of the elegance of the iron fence that once stood around the small postage-stamp of a front yard. She took another look. Fingers, hands, one sleeve of her work shirt, and yard jeans were paint-smeared. Days ago, when she brushed the leaf litter off the fallen sign, the lettering was hardly visible, and she thought she might have to buy wood for a new sign. Penny-wise Ramona decided on a can of paint instead. The paint had peeled, left the frame bare in spots, but it hadn’t rotted. For someone who’d always been told she could never do nothing right, her Gran’mère Nana’s fixed-up sign come out looking nice and bright. The letters came out wobbly in a couple of places, but from the street no one would notice. She gave it a last here and-there touch-up.

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She said to herself, “Nana doesn’t want to do readings anymore. I’ll tell anyone that comes in I’m her granddaughter, Mademoiselle Ramona.” With a soft mumble, “No point changing what ever’body expects.” She’d put the sign out in the sun and take it inside at night. Let it dry a couple or three days, then stick it out in the front yard where Gran’mère Nana first put it up. Right out there where folks driving along the beach in their fancy cars could see it real clear. The sign looked almost brand new. It would make those prissy rich kids that snobbed her in school because she was different jealous all over again. Besides, school was boring; a good enough reason to drop out.

About the Author

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Hawk MacKinney has authored several award-winning works of fiction that include THE MOCCASIN HOLLOW MYSTERY SERIES and THE CAIRNS OF SAINCTUARIE SCIENCE FICTION SERIES. His historical romance MOCCASIN TRACE was nominated for the prestigious Michael Shaara Award for Excellence in Civil War Fiction and the Writers Notes Book Award.

Cross-genre character-driven plots reflect Hawk MacKinney’s southwest upbringing along the Texas and Oklahoma borders. With postgraduate faculty positions in several medical universities, Hawk MacKinney has taught graduate courses in both the United States and Jerusalem.

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Monday, August 4, 2025

An Obsession with Books – #RockStarRomance #AuthorInterview #KindleUnlimited

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Greetings, readers! Today I have an interview with Heather Andrews, author of the Bold Melodies contemporary romance series.

Thanks for joining me today, Heather. So, what inspired you to start writing?

Writing has always been what I knew I was meant to do after I got over my initial firefighter phase. I don’t remember it being excitement about telling stories that drove me as much as an obsession with books. Before telling stories, I read everything I could get my hands on.

What themes do you explore in your books?

I’m compelled by characters overcoming emotional adversity. Women with body image issues. Men who feel inferior. People who lash out and get angry instead of being open to feeling their emotions. The emotional drama associated with overcoming internal struggles is compelling.

Where did the inspiration for Shattered Melody come from, and what journey led you to write it?

The inspiration for Shattered Melody came from Amelia, a character so vivid she insisted on being written, pulling me to explore what motivates a woman with her fierce spirit. I kept wondering what would shape her and naturally thought she must have someone from her past who wronged her, since we all have such figures in our lives. Writing her story became a journey of discovering how betrayal fuels resilience, with Amelia’s voice guiding me through how she grows and reconnects with the people she loves..

What are you working on now?

I am now exploring Ellis Clarke’s story. He’s the patriarch of the Clarke Records family. This is a later-in-life, love-after-loss, overcoming illness trope romance. You can see him in Scarred Melody, and my new release, Shattered Melody. I also have a short story, Ocean Melody releasing in the anthology, Rock Out Together set to release Sept 15.

What advice would you give to a new writer?

Though I still consider myself a new writer, the one thing I would tell someone who wants to write a book is write it. Whatever stands between you and putting words to paper, remove it. Because nothing else—marketing, social media, cover models—matters unless there’s a book written. End of. Full stop.

Blurb

Warren, the brooding, near-silent force behind Warpath, will do anything to keep his band—and his foster brother Clay—together, even if it means facing down a predatory record label. Raised in the perils of foster care, Warren’s past has forged him into a man who dominates without speaking, haunted by rejection and a decade-old wound inflicted by the one person he can’t forget: Amelia Clarke. Now, he must beg her for help, baring the soft underbelly he’s hidden since the day he walked away from her.

Amelia, the stilettos-and-steel CEO of Clarke Records, rules her empire with a vixen’s charm and a boss’s bite, chasing her father’s elusive approval. But when Warren barges into her office, the rambunctious girl he abandoned resurfaces, her walls cracking under the weight of old sparks and new desire.

She agrees to help Warpath get free from their contract—if War bares his soul for a documentary. As they tangle in a dance of dominance and submission, from boardrooms to shadowy clubs, their past unravels: foster care scars, a broken heart, and a father’s control that tore them apart ten years ago. Passion ignites, but love? That’s forbidden—by contract and by fear. Can two broken melodies harmonize, or will their shattered pasts silence them forever?

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Excerpt

Amelia, age 12

Mom?”

Yeah?”

What’s my armor?”

Armor?”

Like Elsie has music. What’ll protect me?”

The smile on her face was the special one she only gave me, and it made me feel warm inside. She looked at me from head to toe and then nabbed at the high-heeled boots Dad said I was too young to wear, giving them a shake.

Girl, you’ve got these spiked heels. You don’t need armor when you got weapons on your feet!”

I laughed and held out my leg, modeling the leather boots with four-inch stilettos. My teachers called my parents about them multiple times already, finally giving up when they realized I’d wear them no matter what.

Hell yeah!”

Just promise me one thing, Ames?” Her voice got quiet, her eyes locked on me. “No matter how old you get, how stylish your shoes are, no matter how much you rule the world, as we both know you will.” We chuckled again. “Make sure you keep this open,” she said, tapping on my chest. “Let people in—Elsie, Dad, maybe someday a boy who’s a little more than arm candy?” She winked at me, and I groaned, my cheeks burning.

Oh, em, gee, Mom! Don’t even with me right now.” I slumped back and tried to look angry, but I couldn’t. The thought of walking around with a man on my arm like they were nothing more than a dog on a leash had me cracking up.

The song on the radio changed to something we liked, so Mom turned it up, drumming on the steering wheel. “I may not even right now, but just you wait. You’ll find someone who sings in tune with your heart. And when you do, don’t be afraid to harmonize, even if it’s scary. Love is like a good song—feels good and totally worth singing.”

She started singing to the radio, sounding better than any pop singer on the charts. I joined in, belting out to the chorus, blending my voice with hers in a way unique only to us. When our voices mixed, I felt whole. I doubted I’d ever find a boy who harmonized with my soul more than my mother did. Even my father faded by comparison.

The door to the building opened, and Elsie came shuffling out, her dark hair falling out of its braid, her violin case swinging by her side. Mom waved and then looked back at me.

Everyone’s got their own melody, honeybee. Yours is gonna shake the world. Mark my words.” She squeezed my hand, her fingers calloused from years of plucking guitar strings. “You can do anything, Amelia. After all, you are a Clarke.”

I nodded, feeling my chest swell with something big. It could be pride. Or love?

I will, Mom. I promise. I’ll make you proud. After all, I am a Clarke.”

About the Author

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Heather E. Andrews grew up in the Pacific Northwest but eventually left the sandy beaches of Camano Island for the majestic Adirondack mountains on the East Coast. After years of pursuing an academic career, she set aside her calculator to follow her passion for storytelling. Now, she spends her days crafting tales of heroes and heroines overcoming struggles and finding love.

Captivated by romance novels ever since discovering Julie Garwood’s The Prize as a teen, Heather draws inspiration from everything from science fiction to rock stars. When she’s not writing, she enjoys time with her loving husband, mischievous pugs, and sweet, but needy, guinea pigs. Readers can connect with her at h.e.andrewsauthor [at] gmail [dot] com or visit her website at www.heather-e-andrews.com.

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Friday, August 1, 2025

Is someone watching? #RomanticSuspense #SmallTownRomance #Giveaway

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Blurb

The Watchers Series

Fallen angels seeking parole for their betrayal . . .

Someone is watching Rachel . . . but who? And why?

Child psychologist Rachel Kelly has her Christmas stocking full of troubles this holiday season, both personal and professional. Recently separated from her boyfriend, Rachel still loves him but has no idea how to win him back. If that’s not enough to cause her sleepless nights, she’s uncertain how to handle her newest therapy client—a six-year-old boy who claims he talks to Watchers. And a Watcher is coming to help Rachel.

Lt. Jake Dillon has his heart broken when his fiancée Rachel, without warning, suddenly calls it quits. Yet when a stalker crashes Rachel's Christmas party and takes her young clients hostage, Jake is the first person Rachel calls. Now he has a choice to make—stand back and wait for the cavalry to save her, or step in and try to save her himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for rescue.

Unless Rachel's young Watcher spy is telling the truth . . .

This romantic suspense tale with paranormal elements is Book 2 in The Watchers series . . . A captivating tale of small-town Christmas romance that will leave you looking over your shoulder and wondering, Is someone watching me?

Excerpt

Jake, I came by to see you because of the Buckhead crisis.”

I figured as much.”

Rachel could’ve sworn he looked disappointed for a fleeting moment. That gave her the courage to go on. “To offer my shoulder—”

To cry on?” he sneered.

No! To lean on. Please don’t be ugly.”

I can’t help it. You broke us up.”

Incredulous, she gaped at him. “Me! Must I keep reminding you? You left me.”

He closed the distance between them, so close she could feel his body heat.

You let me leave,” he said gruffly.

I didn’t—”

You let me leave,” he repeated, his face but inches away.

His unique Jake scent wafted over her. She wanted to smother in it. She wanted . . .

I didn’t want you to go,” she whispered.

He caught her to him in a fierce embrace. No gentle kiss this. It screamed of need and anger and desperation. His. Hers. She didn’t know for sure. Didn’t care. She wanted to cry from the relief of having his arms around her again.

Knuckling her fists into his warm tee shirt, she tried to yank him closer, but the shirt was old and stretched unmercifully. His lips smiled against hers as he grabbed a breath and then kissed her again, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers.

She could die from his wonderful familiar taste. She savored, remembered, and stored for later. Giving up on the shirt, she wound her arms around his neck to tug him closer, to pull him into her if she could.

Suddenly, his hands at her hips pressed her back, and she shamelessly hung on tighter. He reached up and worked her hands free, then kissed each one.

His eyes had gone black. This close, she could clearly see. No doubt a reflection of hers.

Like coming home, isn’t it?” he rasped, his voice so hoarse it came out as a whisper.

About the Author

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Petie spent a large part of her career working at Walt Disney World—"The Most Magical Place on Earth"—where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night, including her new series, The Cinderella Romances. She eventually said good-bye to her "day" job to write her stories full-time.

These days Petie spends her time writing new Cinderella series tales, her new The Watchers series, sequels to her regency time-travel series, Lords in Time, and more contemporary romance standalones to go along with her two previous releases—Any Fin For Love and Ambush in the Everglades.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband and an opinionated Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Book 2 of The Watchers, Christmas Watch.

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Wednesday, July 30, 2025

An offer with deadly strings... #Mystery #PI #Giveaway

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Blurb

Sam Quinton hadn't thought much about the entertainment business for several years. His days as a minor celebrity were part of his past, which was fine with him. But when a Hollywood producer walks through the doors of his gym and offers to create a TV show around his life, Sam doesn't say no right away.

Then the producer's partner ends up dead in her hotel room, and Sam has to put on his private detective hat to straighten things out. It doesn't take long to realize the TV offer may not have been exactly what it was cracked up to be. Suddenly, a whole lot of seemingly bad folks are gunning for Sam. Forget his budding Hollywood career. He has to do everything possible to keep himself and his client alive.

Excerpt

I looked in the direction he pointed, then turned back to him. “It’s a Jeep Cherokee, cashmere pearl color. Why?”

Carson shook his head back and forth a couple of times. “No, that’s not right. Not right at all. A guy like you needs to drive something with some fire. You know, like a Ferrari or a Lamborghini.”

You ever drive a Lamborghini in rush hour traffic?” I asked.

Maybe we should take my vehicle instead,” Carson said as he turned a quarter ways and pointed towards a sky-blue Corvette, complete with rental barcode sticker, about forty feet away.

Mr. Carson,” I said, “I’m not even sure I can fit into something like that.”

This is what I drive,” I said, gesturing towards the Cherokee. “You want to go meet your partner or not?”

After a little more grumbling, Carson climbed into the passenger seat of the Cherokee.

How old is this thing anyway?” Carson asked.

About six years.”

He craned his head to look my way. “You drive a six-year old car?”

Sure. What about it?”

But it’s not even a classic. What do the babes say when you try to pick them up in it?”

I’m a bit past the picking up stage,” I said through partially gritted teeth. “And at the moment there’s only one woman in the picture.”

About the Author

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A retired high-school teacher and former college instructor, Kevin R. Doyle is the author of five novels in the Sam Quinton mystery series, all published by Camel Press. He’s also written four crime thrillers, including And the Devil Walks Away and The Anchor, and one horror novel, The Litter, along with numerous short horror stories published in small magazines over the years. The first Quinton book, Squatter’s Rights, was nominated for the 2021 Shamus award for Best First PI Novel. A lifelong Midwesterner, Doyle currently resides in Missouri and has loosely based the city of Providence in the Quinton books on Columbia.

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Tuesday, July 29, 2025

A world built on power, secrecy and blood – #ParanormalRomance #ReviewTuesday #Giveaway

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Blurb

Vampires are real. Powerful, organized, and nearly untouchable, they move through society under the governance of the Cardinalis Order—an ancient system built to protect their kind and punish those who defy its laws.

Michael Chamberlain is one of them. A successful entrepreneur with a carefully buried past, he returns to The Hamptons to take over his father’s elite nightclub—and to secure a contracted blood source. Cold, controlled, and emotionally detached, Michael has long accepted the rules of his world. That is, until he meets Paislee Sullivan.

A determined college student working nights to fund her future, Paislee doesn’t know the truth about the Order—or that her presence at the nightclub is more dangerous than she realizes. When her path collides with Michael’s, she’s pulled into the shadows of a world built on power, secrecy, and blood.

As their connection deepens, Paislee must navigate a society where consent is contractual, love is forbidden, and ignorance offers the only safety. But some connections can’t be denied—and breaking the rules could mean losing everything.

The Cardinal Code is a seductive and high-stakes romance set in a world where the elite don’t just run society—they feed on it.

Excerpt

Michael appeared in front of Paislee before she even registered him moving, blocking her path to the hall with a satisfied grin. “You can run, but I’ll always catch you.”

Her heart leaped, though she tried masking it with a scoff. “I’m not running.” She waved her hand flippantly and took a step back, only for her shoulders to meet the wall.

Michael leaned forward, his palms braced on either side of her, caging her in without touching her. “What would you call it?”

She swallowed hard, her gaze darting anywhere but his face. “I’m allowed to walk around my sanctuary, right? You can’t technically stalk me here.”

You invited me in,” he reminded her, his tone rich with amusement.

She opened her mouth but then closed it. A flicker of shock crossed her face as she scrambled for a clever response. “I…my neck… It’s extremely sensitive. I just need another day to recover—”

He chuckled softly, and his breath brushed across her cheek. “Sensitive, huh? What other parts of you are sensitive, Paislee?”

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly ducked under his arm, darting out of her sanctuary. “To be clear, I’m not running away,” she declared over her shoulder, though her words rang hollow. “I need some water.”

Michael straightened and turned to follow her with the deliberate pace of a predator. “You’re a terrible liar, Ms. Sullivan.”

Her heart raced as he closed the distance between them; his presence was overwhelming and magnetic. “I-I just think we should talk about—”

He caught her wrist gently and spun her to face him. His eyes gleamed with quiet triumph as he guided her into his bedroom. “We’ll talk,” he promised, his tone both indulgent and commanding. “Later.”

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Review by Lisabet Sarai

I’ve read this story before... A beautiful, feisty, innocent young woman attracts the attention of a brooding, charismatic, centuries-old vampire. At first she rejects him, but she can’t fight either the fascination he wields or the sympathy he kindles. For the blood-thirsty hero she should be just a diversion, a tasty source of sustenance, bound to him by a strictly limited contract. Instead, he falls in love with her, to the point of obsession. Meanwhile, enemies within his own clan plot to destroy him by hurting her.

Does the world really need more vampire romance? Apparently. There’s something about the genre that continues to draw readers. Indeed, even though I’ve read more vampire romance than I’d like to admit, I enjoyed many aspects of The Cardinal Code. I am not immune to the lures of power and darkness, nor to the dream of eternal love. Avery Sterling skillfully brings these elements to life.

Paislee is an engaging, multi-sided character. I empathized with her awkwardness and her casual style, while admiring her courage and her desire for independence. The intimate interactions between Paislee and Michael are vivid, intense and sexy. I particularly liked the rather original notion that the Cardinales possess a venom that acts like a drug upon their victims. In most vampire tales, the act of blood-drinking itself is pleasurable; the venom idea makes this more interesting and more plausible.

In some paranormal worlds, vampires are rogue creatures, often isolated or fighting among themselves. Avery Sterling’s Cardinales are far more organized, with a hierarchy stretching back into antiquity, a set of laws that must be obeyed on pain of terrible punishments, and a pretty offensive but probably justified superiority complex. This back story could have been interesting, but the novel didn’t completely follow through. Many of the vampire characters don’t take the revered and terrible Cardinal Code very seriously. Politics and personal vendettas seem to take precedence and the individuals who should be enforcing the code have no scruples about violating it. It seems the Cardinal Code is “more honored in the breach than the observance”, to quote the Bard.

Still, I was willing to accept the view of vamps as a higher order of creature, evolved beyond the level of Homo sapiens. This certainly makes as much sense as any other vampire origin myth.

I should mention that the graphical design of the book was truly lovely. Unfortunately I did notice a few typographic errors. This wasn’t enough to spoil my reading experience. Given the obvious care that was lavished on the production of this novel, though, I was quite surprised at these lapses in editing.

Would I recommend The Cardinal Code to other readers? Up until the last chapter, I would have answered with a qualified yes. I was pretty disappointed by the ending, however. It’s not exactly a cliff hanger, but none of the conflicts is resolved. The last page is a blatant come-on for what is apparently the next book in the series.

I like books that stand on their own. I feel a bit cheated when I realize I’d have to buy another volume to get the resolution I crave.

If you’re a sucker (oh dear!) for a steamy blood-drinking scene, though, you may feel differently.

About the Author

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Avery Sterling fell in love with romance novels as a teenager, drawn to the raw emotion and sweeping adventures they offered. She wrote her first novel at sixteen, chasing the thrill of crafting love stories that feel both authentic and unforgettable.

Having spent much of her youth traveling, Avery discovered that love is universal, found in both the grand and quiet moments. Her stories aim to reflect that truth, blending emotional depth with all the steamy romance readers crave.

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