Freak is a short little wind-up Prequel for the Highborn Asylum Series. Usually, I feel like there isn’t enough of a bite to chomp on with these novelettes, but this was a brilliant nosh.
Violet, known as Letty, is a patient at Highborn Asylum, where she can hear the walls hum and fellow patient Olivander follows her like an eerie shadow. I kept picturing Olivander as a Gerard Way-esque character, and then Guy is introduced, and I’m further sunk because I envisioned an Andy Black-like sort–you can see I have a type.
Highborn Asylum isn’t just any psychiatric facility; there is something very shady of the paranormal bent here, especially since they try to hold and control a witch with a harem. After all, they have to keep wiping Letty’s memory and telling her that the walls don’t make noises.
I can’t wait for this series. I’m hoping it lives up to this nosh.
I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary advance copy of this book.
Has an off-limits (not precisely off-limits) brother (not exactly brother) ever been hotter than Hazel Kelly’s Beta Brother, Logan Jones? I’m positive you will give Zoey Petersen a pass for lusting over her adopted brother when you hear the things this naughty dirty talker says to her.
Hazel Kelly’s muse must have been working overtime because this novel is spicy. Logan and Zoey have been stewing over each other since first sight. A broken boy with a lot of baggage has little hope for a Happily Ever After, but the Petersens offer him a place in the family of foster and adopted misfits. He can’t stop self-destructing long enough to think he will ever be worthy of the girl who shines with an innocence that is utterly foreign to him, his foster sister. He makes the worst out of his new situation by going for the option of her best friend, Piper. And two kids desperate to tune out their reality make hell for each other while Zoey watches to her heartbreak.
A plot like this can go two ways: taboo relationships within a family story like these are either spicy and compelling or awkward enough to make you squick.
I know the reason stepbrother romances have taken off despite the forbidden fruit angle is that broken stepbrothers for fixer sisters warm the hearts of many pervy readers. (Hello! It’s not an insult, I’m a pervy reader, and this is a shout out to my people).
Sold to the Enemy is a quick little alien/human insta-love romance with a side of really dominant/submissive, naughty, yes, sir–no, sir erotica.
Aubrie Kent is a Commander in the Earthen Military sent to attack the Venessathi to protect humanity. Little did she know she and her brethren were on a fool’s errand and never meant to return. Now she and all the females are slaves, and the males are dead.
Worse yet, she has just been purchased at auction by Commander Edagon of the Venassathi Military. Her future doesn’t look bright.
Title: All Visible Things Author: Brian McPhee Genre: Cultural Heritage Fiction Rating: 5 of 5 stars
All Visible Things is an excellent book to get lost in.
When doctorate candidate Lauren Patterson uncovers pages from the journal of Paolo del Rosso, she couldn’t guess that her find would reveal secrets of the great artist and inventor Leonardo Da Vinci. Nor would she have known it would kick up a thirst for the mystery of what lay within its sheets.
Brain McPhee artfully creates our hero, Paolo del Rosso, through pages and pages of diary entries. And although we are only experiencing him ‘second hand’ through-out our story, he always feels very much at the forefront of our attention. His crafting, so well done, he’s often the arbiter of our views and our most trusted narrator, despite him being long dead and merely a study subject.
A couple of years ago, I read the series Into the Shadows by Karly Kirkpatrick, and Lock Down kept reminding me of those books. If you like those books, this is for you!
Phoebe is doing her best to remain low-profile because any attention will mean that someone could see she’s fending for herself. While she’s a competent sixteen, Phoebe’s still sixteen, and no one is letting her be her own guardian if they find out she’s alone. But the last of her problems is foster care when she dies and resurrects from the dead, ending up in a Supernatural Prison for juveniles. Suddenly, foster care sounds much better–especially when she’s told supernaturals aren’t considered humans.
The Phoenix can’t begin to imagine the awful that happens outside her cell in prison, and the days get dismally worse, even when unimaginably promising things come to her in Leavenworth. Nothing is worth the price she pays there.
Lock Down is a terrifying look at the violation of dehumanized people. Aella Black does a fantastic job of dragging you further and further down a dismaying rabbit hole. The fact that she is giving you a view from a child/young adult’s eyes is more devastating. I couldn’t turn away from the story; Lock Down is a page-turner.
What is the worst betrayal? Some would say its betraying yourself, but for Barretta, it was having the three people she loved most at age thirteen hold her down, in front of the entire school, and humiliate her after telling her they loved her. That betrayal changed her whole life, and she was never the same after that. She left a week later and started over, started planning revenge.
Nine years later, it’s time to pay-up, and she’s loosey-goosey got plans to make them hurt so she can have closure and indeed start a new chapter. She’s enrolled in their college, knows their classes, has a key to their house, and knows where they will be.
Sounds creepy, and it is, but Barry/Bibi rationalizes a lot, and you start cheering for her success. Stockholm syndrome in book-form. By the time she starts falling for her bullies, and they for her, you are so confused about who you want to be mad at–and angry for–the story gets a little bogged down.
Axel is always a wiener; you won’t be rooting for him ever.
You have those reads where they are great–BUT! This book has a BUT in it, and I think it’s what doesn’t work for me.
Athena Vosh is an average nineteen-year-old girl struggling with things like her relationship with her girlfriend Nomi and getting her art displayed in a gallery. She treats her mother well, and she’s an exemplary citizen.
She hides the fact that she is fascinated with the idea of bringing back men; since most seem to believe that the Y-Fever was a good thing, and society is better for it now, as a sisterhood. Athena keeps her drawings of the male form from the eyes of everyone, including Nomi. That is until her dreams become enigmatic and prophetic and lead her to the Core, their world’s great processor of information and database–who leaves her with more questions than answers.
Now, this is what I wanted from Ravage. Lacey Carter Andersen shines with her newest Royal Fae Academy novel, Ruin!
Ruin advances Rayne’s murder mystery, explores further the super-secret-search, and expands upon the evergrowing threat. Now Esmeray and ALL her men are in danger. It’s too late to go back, and stopping is out of the question.
I remember this day, and it never fades or re-writes itself.
Every year during the week of 11 September, I read this book. It’s my memorial ritual. My memories of this day: I worked the night shift at a crappy job and turned on the tv when I got home a few minutes before the first plane hit. By the time the morning was over, I was numb, calling all my friends who lived or worked in the city to see where they were to find that the phones stopped working around 10 am East Coast-time.
102 Minutes: The Unforgettable Story of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers captures all the feelings I felt, reminding me of that panic, disbelief, and confusion. It’s not unhealthy to remember that sick feeling or the devastation.
Utilizing the day’s events’ innate urgency, Jim Dwyer and Kevin Flynn creates a page-turning ‘ode to 9/11.’ I highly recommend anyone who would like to read the story of what happened that day in the towers to read 102 Minutes: The Unforgettable Story of the Fight to Survive Inside the Twin Towers.
I loved Axil and Vork, Bryk wasn’t to my taste, but Jorg intrigued me. My curiosity was well-met, in that Ava Ross did me right and delivered me a sensitive, wounded, badass, who was there to snap necks without worrying about names, to save his damsel. Oh, swoon–this Crakairian is just as wacky as he is deadly, but I blame that dichotomy on his flower garden.
So a Crakairian, human, TX-75, and a creelet jump into a glorm hole, and the TX-75 says… it could actually be a joke, so don’t squint your eyes.