The Bone Orchard – Ghosts and Murders

Well, this was an odd mix of…things. We have ghosts and murders, and the story goes from historical to modern day.

US Marshal Ambrose Shaw is hunting down a serial killer but is killed in the process. Ezra Johns, a Pinkerton inspector comes to town to testify against the serial killer and ends up dead too. The two then spend the rest of their days as ghosts, hunting said serial killer.

I liked the beginning of the story, but then when it felt like it should end it just kept going. And not that it kept going towards something, it kept going to show that time kept going…sort of. For a moment I considered giving up, but then things picked up and it got interesting. And then it ended.

So, I’m torn. I’ve read several Abigail Roux books, liked most of them, but when I turned a page and saw the Riptide logo indicating the story had ended I had a WTF-moment LOL.

If you like ghost stories give it a go, but if you’re looking for a sizzling paranormal romance this might not be your best bet. *

Other ghost stories you might like, or maybe you want a historical

The Bone OrchardAfter leaving a trail of terror and death in his wake, the notorious “Missouri” Boone Jennings finally meets his match in San Francisco when US marshal Ambrose Shaw catches up to him. The story of his capture, and the marshal’s bravery, has already become legend back east by the time Pinkerton inspector Ezra Johns gets off the train from New York City to testify in the murderer’s trial.

When Ambrose is unable to give witness to the evils he’s seen, Ezra becomes their lone hope for putting Jennings in a noose. But if Ezra thinks that’s his biggest problem, he’s got plenty to learn about life—and the afterlife—in the spirited West.

Fortunately, Ambrose is there to assist, and more than happy to oblige Ezra—in the courtroom or the bedroom. He spent his life bringing justice to the Wild West, and if he has a say in it, that’s how he’ll be spending his death too.

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Freighter Flights – for when you’re in the mood for Sci-Fi smut

A while ago I wrote a post about my favourite re-reads and one of the books I listed was Freighter Flights by Drew Zachary. Since I wrote that post I’ve been thinking about that book, so now I re-read it for…I think maybe the fourth time.

The funny thing is, it’s not the best book I’ve ever read, not by a long shot. It’s smut through and through, and they just happen to be in space while it happens. I can’t label it as anything other sci-fi, but the plot isn’t sci-fi-y at all.

Will is the pilot on a spaceship, that’s about as sci-fy-y as it gets LOL.

I can’t tell you why I like this book. I’m not one to read erotica very often. I like plot, I really do, and here we have sex in almost every chapter, and when they aren’t having sex, they’re fighting. No great character development, no great problem to solve.

I guess it’s my love for the healing power of sperm trope. Will has had a rough past, he’s past sexual experiences hasn’t been good at all, and he expects Tab to treat him like shit too. Tab doesn’t, but he is a growly, grumpy man, and he shouts a lot at Will. But he wants Will in his bed, and he makes sure to lure him there more often than not.

Freighter Flights isn’t available anymore, but since I’m a sucker for hurt-comfort books and like my sci-fi (both this kind and the kind that is a little more sci-fi-y, though not too technical, you lose me if it’s too much sci-fi LOL). Since you can’t get this one (unless you already own a copy) you can always check out my sci-fi collection for something similar…or why not go with some healing power of sperm, the best cure there is!

Freighter FlightsWill is the hot shot pilot and second in command on the Arillia, a pretty little cargo ship making runs just this side of legal. When they lose their engineer, Will goes on the hunt in spacedock for a new one. What he finds is Tab, a gruff, scarred man who can get the job done. For Tab, the Arillia is a job, a good one at that, and if the pilot makes him growl and want more than he should, well it sure beats starving. The sparks fly between them and they begin to care, whether they want to or not. If they can survive their pasts, space pirates and nearly being blasted out of space, they just might be able to survive each other.


Throwback Thursday | Blood on Sand

Last year, I had this idea that I would write a post about one of my backlist books now and then – it didn’t really turn out that way. My own fault. I’m a sucker for deadlines, and I can colour code my life like a madwoman (a sign I really am a madwoman, I’ve been told) but when it came to this I didn’t set up a schedule, so it never happened.

Therefore I’m making a commitment. During 2019 I will post a little something about a story I’ve written, and I will do it once a month. We’re talking 12 TBT posts, and I’m starting with Blood on Sand.

iguanaIn June Blood on Sand turns four years old. How crazy is that? The sad part is I always meant to write a sequel, I’ve written 20k or so on one, and I still remember who’s supposed to fall in love with whom. Normally, I forget my characters’ name somewhere around release day, so that it’s been four years and I still remember what I had planned has to mean something, right?

Blood on Sand was written as part of Goodreads M/M Romance Don’t Read in the Closet event, that means it was written to a prompt given to me by a reader. That is such a fun way to write a story. I don’t think I ever would’ve picked a lizard shifter as a main character (though come to think of it, I pretty much did that in It Doesn’t Translate, but I made him an alien instead), but the picture to the prompt was on a humanoid lizard on his knees (you can see it here) and a werewolf.

For a while there, I knew all there was to know about iguanas, and I realise that if I ever decide to actually go back to the half-written sequel, I’ll have to read up on them again.

So we have a slave lizard shifter and a werewolf who owns him. In the weekends they hold gladiatorial games where the slaves fight to their death while the werewolves place bets on who will win. But gambling doesn’t always turn out the way we plan.

It’s commonly known that werewolves are ruled by their sense of smell (yes, it is, so just play along here), if they spend lots of time with someone they’ll become protective of them because they’ll start to consider that individual part of their pack. Tedor, the minotaur leader, knows this.

“Don’t you see that you’ve just given Tedor power over you, over us?” Satul stopped when he came close to the latte-coloured wall, turned around, and walked back towards the office door. Again.

“Are you a psychic, Satul?” To annoy Satul, he leaned back in his leather chair and put his bare feet on the crescent desk. He almost laughed when Satul came to a sudden stop and whirled around to growl at him. Since he was in his human form, the growl was rather pathetic, but that only made it funnier.

“I don’t need to be a fucking psychic, and I can’t believe you’re so fucking dumb!” Wojtek’s growl wasn’t much more impressive than Satul’s had been, but he was pleased to see his Beta lower his gaze, even if it only was for a few moments before he continued. “Don’t you see it? Having him live here will make you care about him.”

“I will not. Why would I ever care about one of our warriors? They’re pawns, merchandise. We fight them till they die, or we sell them or trade them. Why would I ever get emotionally attached to something like that?”

“Because he’s in your home.” Satul slumped down on the armchair by the window, and Wojtek’s brows creased. He couldn’t see how it would matter if the reptilian were in his den—he would still be a reptilian. It wasn’t like he would start to care just because he saw him now and then. It could even be good to have him there. He could do some housework and still fight once it was Friday again—maybe not next Friday, but the one after that.

The pack healer had thrown him in the wine cellar to make him fall asleep. Not that he’d been conscious when they’d got home, but he guessed everyone felt safer if they kept him dazed. They’d stitched him up, but it still wasn’t certain if he’d live, so he couldn’t see why Satul was so upset.

“You will smell him.” Satul held up a hand before letting it drop then shook his head.

Wojtek frowned. Of course, he would smell him. No one could be in his home without him smelling them. “So?”

“So? So! What do you think will happen when you’ve smelled him for a couple of weeks, and Tedor wants to pit his top puppet against your creepy-crawly?” Satul put a lot of emphasis on your, and laughter bubbled in Wojtek’s chest. Satul was such an idiot sometimes.

“That’s what you’re afraid of? That I’ll think of him as mine, as one of us?” He laughed harder. It felt good to let some of the tension go. He looked at Satul, and new waves of laughter spilt out of his mouth. It was just too insane. He would never include a fucking lizard in the pack, not even if he had to be close to one all the time.

He wondered what it would be like to sleep next to a crawler. Were they cold all the time?

Satul sighed. “You think it’s funny? Don’t you think it’s what Tedor is hoping for? You think you’ll be unaffected by having him close. If this weren’t such a bad idea, I would love to bet against you. Come to think of it; I will. Let’s make a bet.”

“A bet? What are we betting on?” Wojtek loved a good bet, and it would be a great way to put Satul in his place, again.

“I’m betting that in three weeks Tedor will want a rematch with…the lizard—we need to name him. Anyway, I’m betting that it’ll take three weeks, at the most, before Tedor approaches you about a rematch, and by then you’ll be too attached to fight him.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to fight him? He’s our best warrior. He brings in the highest bets, and the crowd loves seeing him. It’s a good show every time we run him. He’s survived for so long that people are betting against him just because they think he can’t live much longer.”

“Exactly. Everyone will want him to fight. Everyone but you, because by then you’ll have smelled him enough to make that pea-brain of yours think of him as a werewolf—he’ll be as important to you as the rest of us.”

As I wrote above, Blood on Sand was written for the DRitC even and is therefore free. *

Blood on SandWhat would you do when the only way out is death?

Zoe is a lizard shifter meant to live far away from the cold north. He was taken from his homelands, captured, and forced to fight in a pit like a modern-day gladiator. After three and a half years of suffering, he has given up. He has come up with the perfect plan that will force his master to kill him, but the killing blow doesn’t come.

Wojtek doesn’t want to lose his best fighter. It’s not that he cares for the crawler, but it would be such a waste to kill him. To save his life he makes a deal with his opponent that allows the lizardian to come live with him. Everyone knows werewolves tend to get a little attached to the people surrounding them, but Wojtek doesn’t think it’ll be a problem to have his slave in his home and then throw him in the pit to fight to the death every Friday night. He could never care for a slave, could he?

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