I am absolutely over the moon to share the cover for Meant To Be Different with you guys! I was soooooooo thrilled with the outcome. Wyatt keeping his hat on is very, VERY important.

First, let me give you a little introduction to my darling asshole cowboy by way of his blurb.

As a teen, I had my life figured out: graduate and make my dream of being a bull riding champion a reality. That is right up until the goth girl transferred to my school. Georgia laid the snark on as thick as her eyeliner, but I saw through the toughened façade and fell for her. Hard. 

Back then I was a rhinestone cowboy, and she was a dark angel, complete opposites, yet we fell in love anyway. We weren’t meant to be like every other cookie cutter couple, we were meant to be different.

Okay folks… here it is! Alllllll the squeeeeeeing!

Where to find Meant to be Different:

Amazon

His eyes bored into mine, his voice a low growl with the sound of his wolf. “Are you pack, my female?”

I nodded once, pale green eyes meeting the glowing amber of mine, my own voice a growl, the wolf accepting her new position.

“I am pack.”

It has been a hot minute since I’ve had a paranormal romance to review much less a shifter romance! Now, I will be honest, I go into shifter romances with a bit of trepidation. They are either extremely well done or horrifically awful. There is no in between.

Thankfully Ms. Stewart’s release Way of the Wolf was firmly in the former category. As well as having a touch of “girl power” that I adore seeing in any book.

Cathwulf wants to be the beta in her pack. A leader to her people. A girl who sets her own rules and only mates with who she wants, when she wants.

I need to pause here and say that this is where I see the author doing something right. She shows an inner turmoil in Cathwulf between her human side (aka “skins”) and her Wulver clan. Her pack. Her family.

And her alpha Roarke.

But nothing is ever just as simple and as easy as boy meets girl. Even when the boy and girl are actually wolves.  Throw in a twist of fate that take her beloved parents out of the picture and throw her pack and her world into chaos and add in one feral, untamed wolf that has caught Cathwulf’s eye and you have a recipe for a fabulous novel.

I can’t close out this review without emphatically stating one thing: THIS ENDS IN A CLIFFHANGER! If y’all know anything about me you know that I am not a fan of surprise cliffhangers. But fear not, this is only book one in the series and there are sure to be more on the way to answer ALL THE QUESTIONS I have.

If you love paranormal shifter romances with a badass heroine and a love triangle twist, you need to grab a copy of Way of the Wolf: Ascension today!

Where to find Way of the Wolf:

Amazon

Goodreads

In LESS THAN one week I get to share the GORGEOUS cover with you guys for Meant to be Different and also all the linky goodness where you can go and pre order before the release date on July 9. I have to admit that Wyatt, although a small part of Meant to be Kept, was always one of my absolute favorite characters. He is cocky and sarcastic in the most lovable way possible.

True confession time: I never, EVER intended for Wyatt to get his own book or for Meant to be Kept to be a series. At least not when I began writing Meant to be Kept. It was going to be a one off standalone. And then Tanner introduced me to his brothers and… I was done. They were charming in very unique ways and each demanded their own story.

In case you’ve missed it, here are the sneak peeks of Meant to be Different that I’ve share throughout the past month and a half and such great introductions to Wyatt and Georgia (don’t kill me for the emotional turmoil you’ll find in the final sneak peek, I promise I believe in HEAs).

If you haven’t met the Carlisle family yet, check out the first in the series, Meant to be Kept available now at Amazon and for free on KU.

So we all know, romance is my catnip. My happy place. The way to my heart and soul.

But I do occasionally branch out. Admittedly, this is largely only for well-written stories with unique, fresh concepts and an author voice that makes me sit up and devour all the words. A Knight of the Blood is this type of book. It’s an Urban Fantasy by breakout author, Kenneth W. Barber.

We start out by meeting our main character, Griffin. He’s just your average guy, leading an average life. That is until an innocuous, regular day becomes both the best and one of his life. His father is murdered by a crazed beast that appears out of nowhere. A super random man (happy sigh, Asher) saves Griffin’s life from certain death at the claws of the same creature that took his father’s life. And Griffin begins to sense a change within himself. Abilities he never knew he could possess appear out of nowhere.

And his life spirals out of control in more ways than one.

Griffin is taken by Asher (along with some other chosen ones) to a facility where he is taught how to control and best use his powers. And also learn about the monsters, who are called the Bakkan, that killed his father and countless others. He discovers how these mutant murderers came to be and, more importantly, what he can do to stop them.

Griffin and the others who have all been assembled for specialized training form a unique bond thanks to the life altering gifts they’ve discovered they possess as well as the humanity saving purpose they all share.

As they embark on their journey to eradicate the world of the Bakkan monsters as well as their creator… well, things aren’t as they seem. We are given a traitor I personally never saw coming and a villain that… isn’t as evil as he once appeared.

A Knight of the Blood offers so many twists, turns, and WTFs that you can’t stop yourself from devouring every bit of it.

If you’re a fan of fast paced Urban Fantasy stories told with a distinct and unique author voice, you’ll love A Knight of the Blood.

Where to find A Knight of the Blood

Amazon

Goodreads

This may be the hardest book review I’ve ever written because I simply don’t know where to start. Or end. Maple Summer Wallace is an incredible story that is a roller coaster of emotion. I went from laughing to crying to screaming and then started back at square one.

Let me preface by saying that I am a huge fan of Ms. Calla’s work, my first introduction to it being her Sheridan Hall series. I’m also (which I’ve mentioned about a zillion times before) a big believer in NA being a genre despite the haters who say it’s dead. I love it and always gobble up all the NA I can find.

Why in the world should you care what I think when I’ve admitted to two biases toward this piece already? Because when I started Maple Summer Wallace, I was trepidatious. If you know anything about me you know that I am all about the HEA. Saccharine sweet, over the top, fluffy puppies and babies and weddings… yes. That is ALL ME. The more disgustingly adorable the HEA the better for me.

Friends, that is not what Maple has in store for you.

This story starts out by meeting Maple… and a dead body. Listen, it wasn’t her fault (no, really, she wasn’t even there when dude was killed), but now it is her problem. And like that wasn’t enough of a headache to deal with, Maple also has a rare health condition. And it’s, ya know, fatal.

That’s right, folks. Our heroine is dying and all she wants to do is cash in her family fortune, go to Vegas, and gamble it all away before she dies. Listen, as far as life plans go I gotta admit, I admire Maple. It isn’t the worst I’ve ever heard and sounds like a completely viable way to say bon voyage to the world as a whole. But then this whole dead body thing happened. As did her loyalty to Ronnie, the daughter of her beloved nanny, who… kinda has something to do with aforementioned dead body.

Now Maple’s last days are to be filled with much more drama and stress than she ever dreamed or wanted.

This story grabs you from page one and refuses to let go, twisting and turning you inside out. I went through more than one box of tissues on this read (I suspect Ms. Calla may have made a deal with the folks over at Kleenex to get a kick back with all the feels she riled up) and, even through the pain, was ready to start right back over at square one when I was done because it is JUST THAT GOOD.

Maple’s voice is unique and fresh and slightly sarcastic. Completely my kind of girl. I honestly dare anyone not to fall in love with her and walk away from this book without crying big, ugly tears.

This is a hard to genre book, but it would make a fabulous book club read. If you enjoy women’s fiction or literary fiction, you will adore Maple Summer Wallace. If you enjoy exceedingly well-written complex stories, regardless of genre, you will adore Maple Summer Wallace. If you have anything resembling a heart and accept going into this that the ending will be an unconventional one, you will adore Maple Summer Wallace.

Seriously, people, just go buy this book.

Get your copy today!

Goodreads

Amazon

With my own upcoming release it has been a hot minute since I’ve posted a review, but I’m back with TWO for you this week, so let’s get started with the first!

Austin’s Ward is the third book in the Devil’s Outlaws MC series, however it most definitely can be read as a standalone. I haven’t (yet) read books one and two, but I had no problem following most of the story.

I am gonna start with Cadence, even though the book is… well, named after Austin. HOWEVER first and foremost, I was super in love with Cadence right off the bat… because of her name. Yeah, I am that shallow, but Cadence is a total kickass name. Then I got to know her better and… yeah. She is a total spitfire and keeps Austin hella busy.

Why does she have to keep Austin busy you might ask? Well our little Cadence might have a bit of a history to go with her fiery ‘tude. She kinda slept with a senator and now is kinda on the run from people who want to kill her and she kinda wound up running to the Devil’s Outlaws for help.

Ya know, kinda.

Of course they have a code of ethics which means that once she is under their protection she is UNDER. THEIR. PROTECTION. Which brings us to why Austin is saddled with making sure Cadence stays, ya know, breathing and all. Something she risks often because she is a bit headstrong. Even though I found her a wee bit annoying at times with her recklessness, I seriously had to admire her character and strength.

What are my thoughts on Austin? Well, it’s pretty easy. He has a beard and we all know that in my opinion, bearded men can do no wrong.

If you enjoy darker romance with a classic, but ethical MC, you should grab a copy of Austin’s Ward. But don’t stop there, pick up all of the books in this series for a bad boy good time.

Get it today!

Goodreads

Amazon

This is the FINAL installment of my excerpts from Meant to be Different which is releasing this July! Pre orders will be available on June 29th and I have a TON of stuff planned leading up to the unleashing of my darling asshole Wyatt onto the unsuspecting population. You don’t want to miss it and should definitely check back for more updates.

Until then you can grab a copy of the first book in the Meant To Be series on Amazon today, Meant to be Kept (free for KU subscribers!). Keep reading for the second half of one of the more heartbreaking chapters in Meant to be Different.

If you’ve missed any of the previous three sneak peeks, catch up here

First Excerpt

Second Excerpt

Third Excerpt

Georgia

Twelve Years Earlier

Empty.

Hollow.

Broken.

Georgia stared sightlessly as the gleaming cherry surface was lowered into the nearly perfect rectangle carved into the dark soil. Her father sat beside her, silent tears streaking down his face. Beside him her grandfather held her much more vocal grandmother whose loud sobs echoed through the valley and lanced through Georgia’s no longer beating heart.

Dead. She might as well be lying in the coffin beside her mother because she certainly couldn’t survive this.

A warm hand encircled hers and drew her attention to the abnormally hat-free head of her boyfriend. She blinked three times. He had been present every day since the call. Unwavering in his support and tender care of her. Their barbs traded for silence, tears, and sleepless nights spent curled around each other with the surprising blessing of her father.

As long as they remained uncomfortably ensconced on the sofa in the living room. A communal room his own grief induced insomnia often pulled him toward at unspeakable hours.

His eyes lifted from their joined hands and penetrated the dam she’d erected to make it through the day without succumbing to another headache manifested from the countless tears she’d cried. Love and compassion poured from his gaze and shattered the final wall of her resistance. Her entire body shook from the consuming sobs and she melted into his waiting embrace.

The voice of the minister performing the final portion of the service fell on deaf ears as Georgia allowed her stupid freaking cowboy to shoulder her pain. When they stood to leave, her knees buckled and she crumpled against him.

Without a moment’s hesitation he hooked an arm beneath her legs and scooped her up, holding her tightly to his chest. The dark cloud of grief held her in an alternate reality, suspended from any awareness of the activity swirling around her. By the time the fog lifted enough for her to find some consciousness of her surroundings, she was sitting squarely on Wyatt’s lap in her backyard. Roxy and Roscoe obediently at his feet.

A new emotion overcame her as she looked in his face and she trembled with its ferocity.

Wyatt pushed a wet strand of hair back from her face. “Can I get you something, Angel?”

Her molars ground together and thick, violent rage coursed through her veins. “This is your fault.”

His brows knitted together beneath that stupid hat he once again had planted on his head. “What’d you say?”

Georgia jumped off his lap, her breaths coming in short, swallow gasps. “I said,” she ground the words out from between clenched teeth, “that this is all your fault.”

The color drained from his face and for a brief moment hurt flickered in his sapphire depths. His lids closed and when they opened the understanding and patience had returned to his steady gaze. “You’re not thinking logically right now. I know that deep down you don’t mean this.”

A mirthless laugh strangled her throat. “Just because my mother is d—” The single word caught in her throat, as if speaking it would somehow make this all more real. “Just because my mother is gone you think I’m being irrational and ridiculous? Try again, Cowboy.”

He stood and the dogs did with him, nervous glances from the canines darting between them before they both wisely loped away.

“I didn’t give your mom cancer. I didn’t tell her to stop her treatments. I didn’t move you here, even though I am damn glad you did because I can’t imagine my life without you.” His voice rose with every sentence. He put his hands on his hips and paused, taking a deep breath. “How exactly is this my fault?”

Georgia’s eyes narrowed into slits. “I wasn’t here because of you. If your Rhinestone Cowboy persona hadn’t taken over and forced your lifestyle on me I would have been here. I would have held her hand and told her I loved her and had five freaking more minutes with her.”

His shoulders dropped and his head hung down. The ache Georgia had been certain couldn’t get any worse after her father called amplified to an impossible degree as her words hit him with the force she’d intended.

But once they started coming out, she couldn’t stop them. “You needed fresh meat to fawn all over you at your practice. You needed a new pet project so you insisted I come to your house so you could teach me to ride.” Her finger collided with his solid pec, punctuating each damning statement. “You took over every aspect of my life and disguised it as care and concern for my well being when it was really all about you growing your fan club, wasn’t it?”

His jaw clenched and unclenched several times in rapid succession, but he remained silent, not even breathing a refute to her accusations.

“Why don’t you just do all of us a favor and get the hell away from my house and out of my life?”

She sprinted through the sliding glass door, past the table overflowing with casserole dishes and baked goods, and didn’t stop until she was safely barricaded in her room. Only then did the vicious, cruel words register. Only then did she cover her mouth, appalled at what she’d said. Only then did she allow herself to hate the person she’d just been to the boy who had seen past her prickly exterior to identify her need and attempt to meet it.

And she’d just exiled him from her life.

Two losses within a few days, one completely and wholly on her.

Title: Luca’s Lessons

By: Deana Birch and Amelia Foster

Release Date: June 4, 2019

Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing

Genre: Adult Erotic Romance

Blurb:

An Italian Dom guides a Swiss banker through the world of BDSM and she threatens his most important rule.

Sparked by curiosity and drawn by need, Swiss banker Claire asks Italian businessman Luca to introduce her to the D/s lifestyle. He agrees, as long as she abides by his number one rule of not falling in love. The two then embark on a slow, complete and realistic path of liberating Claire’s true submissive nature.

But as their lessons progress, blurred lines morph into a child’s scribbled drawing when feelings creep into their playtime. And with new emotions bubbling under the surface, Luca questions Claire’s hard no. She calls “red” and walks away, leaving the Dom sure he’s lost the one sub who finally saw his true desire to be cared for.

Now, certain she’s broken his only rule and torn by thoughts of betraying her dead husband, Claire must decide between exploring the love she’s found or locking away her heart with the ghosts of her past.

Scene Excerpt:

Luca

Four.

Five.

Si-

The joints on the wooden door of Luca’s suite squeaked open and Claire slipped in. She pressed her lips tightly together. In her Burberry overcoat, black heels and with her hair in a well-groomed ponytail, she was impeccable.

“There was traffic.”

At least she’d acknowledged her tardiness. And in the six minutes she’d kept him waiting, he’d concocted the most perfect first lesson around her self-inflicted theme.

Luca tapped his fingers on the armrest of the leather sofa and grinned. “Last chance to back out, Ms. Favre.”

Her eyes widened at the name. “No, Mr. Bernardi. I’m ready to learn.”

Was that her attempt at sass? Tsk. Tsk.

“Sir,” he corrected with sternness. “In this room and wherever else I take you during your training, you will call me Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her hands twisted just below the cinched belt of the taupe overcoat.

The desire to address her fidgeting was overpowered by the fact that she’d called him ‘Sir’ for the first time. His chest swelled. Had he known he’d been addicted to the sound of that word from her mouth, he would have sought her out sooner. But just as she’d helped him with the purchase of the club, this arrangement was serious. She wanted to train, was willing to devote herself to him. He had a responsibility to do it right.

Luca continued, “Good girl. And from here on out, when I want your eyes, I will ask for them. Do you understand,sotto?” Sotto? Surely, he’d meant ‘sub’. Had she endeared him so much that it warranted an Italian nickname?

Her gaze dropped to the floor and she said, “Yes, Sir.”

He needed to return to the basics. Formalities would bring him peace. “Brava. Claire, what do you say to me when I approach a limit and you think you need me to stop?”

“Yellow, Sir.”

“Yes.” Good. This was all good. “And what do you say to me when I’ve gone too far, and you absolutely need me to stop?”

“Red, Sir.”

Even better.

“Correct. I’m putting all my trust in you to use these words whenever you need to. All my trust. You hold the power. Can I trust you, sotto?”

She swallowed and licked her lips. Her surrender was enchanting. “Yes, Sir.”

“Take off your coat and dress and hang them in the closet. Put your shoes in there as well.” He stood and rolled his white sleeves. “When I walk into this room, you will already be here. You will kneel next to the bed and your eyes will remain on the ground. Show me how I will find you, sotto.” The Italian word for ‘bottom’ slipped off his tongue yet again before his mind could stop it. Apparently, the nickname was hers now.

In her assigned—and beyond pleasing—white lace bra and matching panties, Claire obeyed. Luca brought a hand to his cheek and rubbed his soft beard in circles. He smiled.

There she was, the beautiful, smart and successful Claire Favre, below him. He’d been right all those weeks ago when he’d seen her picture in the magazine. She was even more stunning on her knees.

“I read your email. Every word.” More than once. He might just do the same every night before bed for the rest of…her training. The rest of her training.

“Your limits are impressive and, I must admit, inspiring. I had a delectable first lesson planned for you.”

Her face pinched. Good. She’d caught the past tense.

He continued, “But it seems you had other plans. You thought I should wait.”

Luca stepped around his sub, trailing a finger on her bare shoulder as he went. Goosebumps peaked to life along her upper back.

“It is a pity, this foul habit of not being on time, making people wait.” He drew his hand back, but Claire stayed still. ”I do wonder why you would think your time is more important than mine. And now, my plans have been changed. Quite inconvenient.” He clicked his tongue.

Luca leaned down and took in her lovely light scent. In her ear, he whispered, “And I am quite disappointed. I’d been imagining for weeks the look on your face when I make you come the first time.”

She flinched, and Luca stood back up.

“Oh yes, sotto. Many weeks.” He sighed dramatically and crossed his arms. “But you decided to make me wait. You see all the power you hold?”

She stared at the ground and her chest stuttered on her inhale.

“I asked you a question. But today seems to be a day of firsts—the first lesson for you and the first time a sub has dared to be late for a first meeting with me. So, I shall commit another virgin act and repeat myself. Don’t get used to it.” He slowed his speech. “Do you see how your actions—your decisions—hold power?” He walked back in front of her.

“Yes,” she said in a meek voice.

“Eyes!”

Her blue beauties snapped up.

He corrected, “Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with more strength.

Better. “You may return your gaze to the floor.” Luca checked his watch. He had only intended on spending an hour in the scene then however long she needed in aftercare. It was her first day. He reminded himself to be gentle. No ropes.

“I am a strong believer that the punishment should fit the crime. So yours should, too. You shall wait.”

Luca’s dress shoes scuffed over to the end of the large four-poster bed.

“Stand.”

Claire did as she was told, keeping her eyes down. She was doing well. Very well.

“Lie down on your stomach in the middle of the bed and spread your legs. Put your arms overhead and cross your wrists.”

Again, his new sub followed his orders. He checked his watch and stood silent for three minutes.

When the needle ticked the final second, he sat down on the side of the bed.

“Close your eyes, sotto.” A rasp had taken over his stronger commanding voice and he reached to the curve at the base of her spine. He trailed his fingers along an aimless path on her soft, creamy skin.

His discovery continued, sometimes brushing over the hem of her underwear, but mostly central to the little dip in her back.

“Did you learn, in all your reading, that your orgasms now belong to me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her faint voice matched the quiet energy of the room.

“Brava. You understand that there will be none without my express permission for the duration of our time together.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He ventured his fingers south and ran them up and down the outline of her white lace. The hint of heat between her legs called to his depths.

“This color is perfect for you, Cara. Always wear white unless I tell you otherwise.”

Claire wet her lips and said a breathy, “Yes, Sir.”

He touched her inner thigh and she whimpered. “Do you like my touch?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

Where to find Luca’s Lessons:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lucas-Lessons-Deana-Birch-ebook/dp/B07QV2NDTD

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/luca-s-lessons

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Deana_Birch_Luca_s_Lessons?id=uGOTDwAAQBAJ

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lucas-lessons-deana-birch/1131290100?ean=9781786864710

Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=70650

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45027479-luca-s-lessons?from_search=true

Hypnotizing Beat Media Kit

Buy link: books2read.com/u/3LKvlM

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43923972-hypnotizing-beat

Blurb:

Danica Maslanka is a survivalist at heart, and after the way she screwed over the guys of Discord’s Desire in their time of need, Trevor Arceneaux wants nothing to do with her. Except when their tour brings them to Sin City and they run into Danica once more, he can’t get the leannan sidhe off his mind.

She’s in dire straits, hunted by the same man who enslaved Trevor for most of his life. He doesn’t trust her for a heartbeat, but he also can’t turn away someone in such a similar circumstance as his own. As their path leads them closer to a confrontation against his former owner, Trevor’s loathing for Danica strips away until he finds himself falling for the tough, independent woman. Danica betrayed them once, but as something real blossoms between them, if she backstabs them this time, his trust will be shattered for good.

Excerpt:

The moment he turned the corner, Trevor froze.

She sat at the bar wielding an appletini like a weapon, and the trim black dress she wore clung to her lithe form like it’d been painted on. The neon blue scarf around her neck and matching heels fit her style to a T, accenting glossy chestnut locks pulled into a chignon and sharp, inquisitive eyes that sliced like a knife. The leannan sidhe’s pointed ears and elfin features were the only tip offs of her fae heritage, since she could blend even without the glamour veil that kept humans unaware of their kind.

The sight of Danica Maslanka delivered a one-two punch to the stomach, the reminder of the smoking ruin way things left off between them.

Trevor lifted the gin and tonic as he approached. “So, let me guess, poisoned?”

Her plum lips quirked in a pert grin. When they’d first met, he’d found her stunning, but nothing painted someone in shades of ugly like betrayal. “Like I’d be so classless to offer a poisoned drink. I was looking for a way to chat one-on-one, and I figured if I sent an email, you’d ignore it.”

“You’d be right.” Trevor took a seat beside her. He did trust that she hadn’t poisoned the drink—the woman wasn’t a killer, she just possessed no ounce of moral fortitude. Like he should’ve expected more from one of his kind. When Ky’s brother Larsen Blackmore targeted the band, sending mercenaries after them six months ago, Danica had showed up with a similar vendetta and they’d joined forces.

Until Ky got kidnapped and Danica ditched. She had Larsen in her sights and nailing him to a cross meant more than saving their lead singer. The last time they heard from her, she hung up on Liz while Ky was the worst sort of screwed. Trevor’s blood heated all over again, and he took a sip of the gin and tonic to cool his nerves.

He met her eyes, not betraying an ounce of the bitterness. “What’s so important you needed to stalk me all the way to Vegas. Not a close drive from San Fran.”

Danica glanced away, her gaze flickering to the columns behind the bar. “San Francisco and I are on the outs. Besides, my staff has always been urging me to take a vacation, so I figured now would be a fantastic time.”

Bull. Shit.

“Wouldn’t Los Angeles be better real estate for your talents?” Trevor asked. If she wanted to play around, he’d indulge. After all, whatever reason brought her to him couldn’t have been a good one. “There’s more glitz than talent around here.” A leannan sidhe like her fed from artists in the same way Ky and Renn siphoned energy from sex and passion. He just leeched off of the crowds’ energy, so playing shows offered the perfect medium.

“And miss out on the chance to grab a drink with legendary guitarist Trevor Arceneaux? Never.” She placed a hand to her chest in mock surprise, the sarcasm fluid as a stream mid-storm. He had to give her credit for thoroughness—he kept his last name off the internet, so she must’ve gone an alternate route to obtain the information.

Trevor took a sip from his drink, the coolness gliding down his throat like relief. Not like he’d reached some state of calm. If anything, Danica’s presence hotwired his emergency alarms to constant alert. The woman didn’t act without motivation and ultimately placed her agenda above all else.

“How’s your sister doing?” he asked. Two could tango along the knife’s edge.

Danica’s gaze sharpened, if possible. The heartless woman had her weaknesses, no matter how she tried to downplay or hide them. After all—she had never been the one with a personal vendetta against Larsen. Everything she’d done was for the sake of her sister.

“She’d be better if she could get a seat at one of your shows,” Danica responded, trilling sweet as a sparrow. “A little birdie told me your show at the Joint tomorrow night is already sold out. When did you boys go from garage band blues to Rolling Stones?”

Avoidance of the highest order—that had been Danica’s game from the moment they met her. Too bad for her he’d played the game for as long as he could remember. Whatever roundabouts she took, he’d follow, until he managed to suss out her motivations for tracking him here.

“The bar’s set for sleazy in Vegas, and that’s the reputation we’ve cultivated for ourselves.” Trevor took another sip from his drink, the icy gin trickling down his throat. Not like the liquor did anything to sate the thread of exhaustion pulling tighter in him each passing day, ready to snap at any moment.

Danica’s eyes narrowed. She stared past him, and the back of his neck prickled.

“We’re being watched,” she murmured, her lips barely moving. She placed her appletini on the bar.

Previous books: Captivating Melody (Discord’s Desire #1)

Buy link: books2read.com/u/bMavMa

Cross a satyr, a siren, and an incubus with rock and roll, and you get Discord’s Desire, a band of panty-dropping hellions whose live shows incite orgies. Of course, their booking manager, Liz O’Brien, gets saddled with the monumental task of keeping the boys in line. She’s not your average chick, resistant to glamour of the fae and fame variety, which only makes her more tempting to their lead singer, Kieran Blackmore. With his incubus charms, silken voice, and GQ looks, he could have any girl he wants—except Liz. She doesn’t do serious flings, and she’s determined to keep things professional.

However, when Kieran’s brother sends hitmen after the band, Liz discovers others with her abilities—hunters, who just declared themselves enemies of the fae. Liz leans on Kieran for support, who proves his dedication at every step. Fae mercenaries might attack post-show, but Liz has her Beretta to handle that. What terrifies her more than any monster chasing after them is how she’s falling for Kieran. Her deep feelings trigger every ‘run-away’ sensor in her foster kid handbook, and worse, with war brewing between the hunters and the fae, their love can only end in heartbreak.