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Book Review: Jorg by Ava Ross

Jorg by Ava Ross
Jorg by Ava Ross
Jorg by Ava Ross
Jorg by Ava Ross

Title: Jorg (Mail Order Brides of Crakair #3)
Author: Ava Ross
Genre: Sci-fi Romance
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Ava Ross does it again; Jorg steals your heart!

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. 

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Book Review: The Blind Hordesman by Milana Jacks

The Blind Hordesman by Milana Jacks
The Blind Hordesman by Milana Jacks
The Blind Hordesman by Milana Jacks
The Blind Hordesman by Milana Jacks

Title: The Blind Hordesman (Hordesman #6)
Author: Milana Jacks
Genre: Omegaverse, Sci-fi Romance
My rating:
3 of 5 stars

Hmmm. Are all Tayseers essentially the same?
The Blind Horseman reminded me a lot of the Alpha Collects, and it wasn’t anything heavy-handed that came to mind; it just felt like a hundred little things that kept pelting me. It was as if things were coming full circle but also all over again.

The Hordesman series ends with this book, all the offspring having their HEAs. Tayseer, much like his namesake, finishes this series, and instead of being a collector, he’s a warlord like his father, Loven. Still on the search for the Impostor and sent on the king’s mission, and by the word of the real King Father, to rid the earth of all of the Impostor’s assets, Seer is battling a future that includes his own coronation. He wants to war, not be king.

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