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The end of one of my favorite series has come. No more Experiment in Terror books. No more Dex & Perry. A friend of mine raved about how good this series was, but it wasn't until about a month before Ashes to Ashes released that I started reading it. I was completely hooked! I took me about a month to read books #1-8. I was in LOVE! In love with the creepiness, with Dex & Perry (whom quickly became one of my all-time fave couples), but most of all I fell in love with Karina Halle's amazing writing. So to say I was (im)patiently waiting for Dust to Dust would be an understatement.
Dust to Dust starts right where Ashes to Ashes left off. I won't give much detail since it's best if you go in blind whether you have began reading this series or not. Let's just say that crazy shit happens which ends up with the gang traveling from one corner of the US to the other (my dear New York to be precise). They go there kind of blind, but Perry will do anything to get the person she loves back.
There was no such thing as strange occurrences – everything had a purpose. Everything was very real and very dangerous. There was no way any of this was going to be easy.
This book had me feeling like I was in a roller coaster (loops and upside-down turns included). It was packed with action, fast-paced, and had many OMG moments from the very beginning to the very end. Some of those OMG moments even had me sobbing on my pillow *sniff sniff*
“I love you absolutely, resolutely. There is no question, no doubt. This love just is. It exists and because it exists, I exist.”
I have never read a series like it. The way Karina intertwines the horror aspect of the series with the romance between Dex & Perry is amazing. Karina made me come out of my comfort zone and embrace this super, freaking scary series. Was Dust to Dust as scary? Oh, yes! I read most of it with the lights on because every time I read a scene, I could've sworn there was something like it in my room.
I tried to savor every line in this book and read it really, really slow but that didn't happen. I could not put this book down. Not only was it scary, but it was also super romantic and emotional. I often found myself swooning at the things that would come out of Dex's mouth because, come one, is freaking Dex! Even the funny, crude things he would say made me swoon. He goes to hell and back in this book and all the shit he went through and seeing him as vulnerable as he was in this book made me fall in love with him even more.
“You’re such a dick, Dex.”
“I don’t mind being called a dick. Why not highlight my best feature, right?”
And then there's Perry. If Dex is one of my favorite heroes, Perry is one of my favorite heroines. She has grown so much from the insecure woman she was in Darkhouse to this book. She is funny, smart, has one big heart, and is one of the bravest characters I have ever metShe would do anything, and does it, to protect those she loves. Thinking back to the Perry back then is like thinking about a whole different person. I just love her and it is so easy to relate to her. So this to amazing characters together are just amazing.
I was a little scared at first. When you love a series this much, you want the author to do it justice and end it with a bang. Karina did that and more. The series as a whole has been one crazy, scary ride filled with tears, laughter, a few (ok. MANY) F-bombs, a lot of love and sexiness (because, HELLO it's Dex & Perry!).
With my heart aching and tears in my eyes, I say goodbye to this amazing series (for now. I'll be re-reading it sooner rather than later :D ). Goodbye to one of my favorite couples. Goodbye to two of my favorite characters. Goodbye to of my favorite series. I cannot wait to see where else Karina Halle will take us next!
"I love you! Always have, always will. Always."
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With her USA Today Bestselling The Artists Trilogy published by Grand Central Publishing, numerous foreign publication deals, and self-publishing success with her Experiment in Terror series, Vancouver-born Karina Halle is a true example of the term "Hybrid Author." Though her books showcase her love of all things dark, sexy and edgy, she's a closet romantic at heart and strives to give her characters a HEA...whenever possible.
Karina holds a screenwriting degree from Vancouver Film School and a Bachelor of Journalism from TRU. Her travel writing, music reviews/interviews and photography have appeared in publications such as Consequence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNomad Travel Guides. She currently lives on an island on the coast of British Columbia where she’s preparing for the zombie apocalypse with her husband and rescue pup.
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Among the Echoes is the third book I have read by Aly Martinez, and like the last two I just loved it.
“One touch was enough to hook me”
The story of Dr. Erica Hill aka Riley Peterson and Slate Andrews started off with a bang, I was hit hard with an onslaught of emotions after reading the first two chapters and my heart went out to Erica, and I knew I was hooked, Aly had yet again managed to grab hold of me from the time I swipe the first page, and didn’t let me go until I had I swipe the last page.
The storyline is told from Riley and Slate’s POV. I can’t / won’t go into and I know I say this every time I write my review after reading one of Aly’s books, but it's true, you have to read them with only knowing what Aly wants you to know, and therefore, the emotions you are going to feel will be first hand.
I can tell you that Riley/Erica was a great character, funny, smart, but understandably after what she had been through, her walls were up, she was always on guard, she had stopped living, hiding her true self, until she meets Slate. She tries to be strong, tries to walk away, if only to keep him safe, but this is Slate, and she is unable to let him go.
What can I say about Slate! As we know Aly knows how to create men that make you go weak at the knees, I mean just look at Brett Sharp and Caleb Jones, and she didn’t disappoint me with Slate, He’s sexy, he was a fighter, and wow! He can fight!! He can fight for me any day. He’s an alpha, a dirty talker with muscles, golden brown eyes and heart of gold, and I loved the way he was with Riley, the way he could really see her, vowed to protective of her. He knows when to push her, and when to let her go, but without really letting go. Love him!!
‘Among the Echoes’ is a story that’s going to without a doubt captive you with it angst, drama, suspense, and romance. Like me Aly will make you cry, laugh, swoon, get angry, get anxious, and all hot, and bothered with her sexy scenes. Her writing is amazing; her characters and their story was believable. You will feel their emotions, especially Riley, I can’t tell you how many time my heart ached for her.
The ending had me on the edges of my seat, Loved, loved the epilogue as Aly wrote one that was years instead of a few months into the future, and they are always a firm favorite of mine. Love the surprise POV at the end of the epilogue and the last line after reading it, I said to myself “well, I never” and I had to say to Aly Well played, I loved the way you think!! Because….. It was a good one. Brilliant!
If you’re looking for great emotional storylines, with the sexiest alpha men, then look no further than a book by Aly Martinez. I recommend that you 1 click Among the Echoes’ today. You will not be disappointed, and I’m sure you will understand why I can’t wait for the next one.
“Anything you need Riley. Even if you think it’s silly. You Know where I’m at. Don’t’ be afraid to come to me”
‘Tonight….I felt something I never felt with any one but Dave…safe”
“She doesn’t’ need to thank me. I’m doing this just as much for myself as I am for her”
“I’m a freaking masochist for torturing myself like this. I’m also curious and, for some reason, utterly drawn to her”
“Forget my rescue mission to save her… Who’s going to save me”
"Fuck your fairytale. I just want you. I’ll make my own God damn happily ever after. But you’re the one who is mistaken. You’ll be at the end of that story, beautiful”
“You’re the only one who truly sees me”
"I can see you, but I can’t hear you. There are too many lies and secrets echoing around us, distorting the real woman. I don’t know who you truly are, Riley, but tiny flashes of that woman whisper around the room between us. I will find the real you among the echoes—and I will make her mine."
“All of a sudden, Slate fucking Andrews walked into your life, and something changed”
"I want you. All of you. Not these little bits I hear echoing around the room. I just want you, Riley."
“Holy shit!! Slate gives good dirty talk”
I didn’t recognize the name on the street sign. Nothing about the rural road looked familiar or
friendly. Tall, imposing trees and overgrown weeds choked the front of the dilapidated home.
Windows were boarded up. There was a gaping hole where the front door had been. I shivered,
wanting to be far away from here…wherever here was.
Walking felt harder than it should be, and I stumbled off the chilly asphalt, wincing as
sharp gravel dug into my feet.
My bare feet?
I stopped and looked down. Chipped pink nail polish peeked through the dirt…and blood.
Mud caked the legs of my pants, leaving the hems stiff. It made sense, seeing as how I wasn’t
wearing any shoes, but the blood…I didn’t understand why there was blood staining the knees of
My vision clouded and dulled, as if a gray film had been dropped over my eyes. As I
stared at the weathered asphalt under my feet, large and smooth rocks replaced the tiny stones.
Something dark and oily seeped over the rocks, slipping through the cracks.
Sucking in a sharp gasp, I blinked and the image was gone.
Hands trembling, I raised them. They were also covered with dirt and scratches. My nails
were broken, bloodied. A silver ring wrapped, encased in soil, around my thumb. Air froze in my
chest as my gaze crawled over my arms. The sleeves of my sweater were torn, revealing pale
flesh covered in bruises and gashes. My legs started to shake as I swayed forward. I tried to
remember how this had happened, but my head was empty—a black void where nothing existed.
A car drove by, coasting to a stop a few feet in front of me. Somewhere in the trenches of
my subconscious, I recognized the flashing red and blue lights as a source of safety. Elegantly
scrawled along the black-and-gray side of the cruiser were the words ADAMS COUNTY SHERIFF’S
Adams County? A flash of familiarity came and went.
The driver’s door opened, and a deputy stepped out. He said something into the radio on
his shoulder before he looked at me.
“Miss?” He started around the cruiser, taking tentative steps. He looked young for a
deputy. Barely out of high school and able to carry a gun seemed wrong somehow. Was I in high
school? I didn’t know. “We’ve received some calls into dispatch concerning you,” he said
gently. “Are you okay?”
I tried to respond, but only a hoarse squeak came out. Clearing my throat, I winced as the
motion scratched and pulled. “I…I don’t know.”
“Okay.” The deputy held up his hands as he approached me, as if I were a skittish deer
about to bolt. “My name is Deputy Rhode. I’m here to help you. Do you know what you’re doing
“No.” Knots formed in my belly. I didn’t even know where here was.
His smile strained. “What’s your name?”
My name? Everyone knew their name, but as I stared at the deputy, I couldn’t answer his
question. The knots started twisting more. “I don’t…I don’t know what my name is.”
He blinked, and the smile was completely gone. “You don’t remember anything?”
I tried again, concentrating on the empty space between my ears. That was how it felt.
And I knew that wasn’t good. My eyes started to tear up.
“Miss, it’s okay. We’ll get you taken care of.” He reached out, lightly taking hold of my
arm. “We’ll get this sorted.”
Deputy Rhode led me around the back of his cruiser. I didn’t want to sit behind the
Plexiglas, because I knew that wasn’t good. Only bad people sat behind the glass in police
cruisers. I wanted to object, but before I could say anything, he settled me into the seat and
wrapped a coarse blanket around my shoulders.
Before he locked me in the bad part of the car, he knelt and smiled reassuringly.
“Everything’s going to be okay.”
But I knew he was lying, trying to make me feel better. It didn’t work. How could
everything be okay when I didn’t know my own name?
# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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Cassia pushes herself closer when I thought she couldnât get any closer and urges me to look at her. Her right hand moves toward my face to console me, but I stop it, holding it at the wrist and pushing it back down.
âThe only one of us who should be talking about our past, is you,â I tell her.
Her doe-like eyes fall under a shroud of disappointment.
But sheâs not going to give up so easily.
âYouâve asked so much of me, Fredrik,â she says with such kindness, âbut when I ask anything of you, you turn me away. I only want to know this one thing. I donât care anymore about Seraphina, or the history you have with her. I donât even care what I have to do with it.â Her soft hand ends up touching the side of my face anyway, and Iâm not sure how she slipped it past my barrier. âAll I care about anymore is you, Fredrik.â She peers deeply into my eyes and ensnares my gaze, her face full of heartbreak and longing. âWhat are your demons trying so hard to kill?â
I push her hand away more forcibly this time.
âDo you remember anything?â I ask, disregarding her question altogether.
âStop,â she says with more intensity than I expected. âYouâre going to give me this.
Before you leave me alone down here another night, youâre going to tell me.â
The desperation in her eyes bores into me. I look away, only to look right back at her.
âPleaseâ¦,â she says.
A lump moves down my throat and settles somewhere in my chest. All ten of my fingers spear through the top of my dark, messy hair and I let out a miserable sigh of defeat.
I never talk about my past to anyone. Ever. I try not to think about it, but on some days that is as futile as trying not to breathe. It wasnât until I met Seraphina eight years ago that I learned to control it, that I became a much different man from the one who hunted shit stains like Dante Furlong, tortured and murdered them every other night, never feeling the satisfaction that I longed to feel with every kill. I was like a drug addict, always looking for a fix but never really satisfied enough to stop. Never satisfied at all, because I only wanted to do it more and more.
Seraphina helped me control the perpetual urges. She showed me how to release the darkness within me with quieter, cleaner methods so that I didnât leave a trail of bodies and evidence behind. But the biggest impact that Seraphina had on my life was making me feel like I had one. Because before her, I was just a speck of dust floating around in oblivion. I didnât know the meaning of happiness, or understand the thrill of pleasure or the hunger for excitement. I was just a shell of a man who knew only darkness and death, who only felt the emotions of anger, and hatred, and rage and vengeance.
But Seraphina, she was my dark angel, who came into my life and showed me that there was so much more to living than I ever understood. Ever since she left me in that field the night she set my house ablaze, Iâve been slowly but surely succumbing to my old life again, and I need to find her before I fall too far.
If I havenât already.
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Born November 25, 1975, J.A. (Jessica Ann) Redmerski is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She lives in North Little Rock, Arkansas with her three children and a Maltese. She is a lover of television and books that push boundaries and is a huge fan of AMCâs The Walking Dead.
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The fluorescent lights running along the ceiling move by fast as I’m suddenly being dragged across the mat by my ankle.
“There are no rules in Krav Maga,” I hear Spencer say, but I realize a half a second later that it’s not Spencer dragging me.
It’s a woman, with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail at the back of her head. Confused by the turn of events, I’m too distracted to notice her foot coming down on my stomach. I yell out in pain, doubling forward as my legs and back come off the mat at the same time, my arms crossed over my abdomen. The breath is knocked right out of my lungs.
“STOP!” Spencer says from somewhere behind me.
I feel like I’m going to puke.
The woman stops instantly and takes a few steps back.
“Get up,” Spencer says and I decipher through the pain devouring my midsection that his voice is much closer than before.
I look up to see him crouched behind me.
“I’ll let you catch your breath,” he says gently and offers his hand. “This is Jacquelyn. My wife.”
I grab onto his forearm and he grabs mine likewise and lifts me to my feet.
“Nice to meet you,” I say to her with a God-awful grimace. “Or at least your foot.”
“Your man paid me to pretty much beat the shit out of you,” Spencer says. “But since I’m not in the habit of beating on women, I figure I should let my wife do the honors so that I can still get paid.”
“It’s the best way to learn,” Jacquelyn speaks up. “That man of yours knows what he’s doing. Brutal? Sure. Necessary to one’s survival in close combat situations? Absolutely. For frail little bitches who do the dance of terror when they see a spider? Absolutely fucking not.”
“Well, I’m not one of those,” I say icily. “That I can fucking assure you.”
Born November 25, 1975, J.A. (Jessica Ann) Redmerski is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She lives in North Little Rock, Arkansas with her three children and a Maltese. She is a lover of television and books that push boundaries and is a huge fan of AMC’s The Walking Dead.
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