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Excerpt from The Given garden, Book #1 The Eden Chronicles, S.K Munt

‘I am sorry, your highness,’ I said woodenly. ‘I displayed poor manners just now, and can only blame my lack of experience for it.’
‘Then let’s see you get some experience so that it doesn’t happen again, hmm?’ Karol asked, and my spine could have melted in fear. ‘And you can start by looking at me, and not over me. I know you probably haven’t seen many naked men before, so I can pardon your flight reflexes- but I won’t have you plunging through a plate glass window in your need to avoid me. Besides, you have no reason to be embarrassed by my nudity Larkin… it is quite all right for you to look if you’d like to, and if the sight of me makes you feel a bit light-headed or aroused, then that’s okay too.’
My pride took a hit from his condescending tone, and my anger spiked at the suggestion that I wanted to gawk at him or that I would have an arousing physical reaction to his nakedness. Maybe Karol Barachiel had a lot of fans in Arcadia who would love to trade positions with me right now so that they could drool all over him, but I was NOT one of them! Before I could moderate my anger, I dropped my eyes to the prince’s half-submerged and fully erect member and said calmly: ‘It is not I who ought to feel embarrassed right now your highness, but you. Legend has it that you are quite well endowed, but from here, it looks as though the Barachiel genetics do not fare as well in chilled water as they so in the stories of your conquests.’ I smiled angelically when his eyebrows shot up like rising gates and tilted my head to the side, examining his (EXTREMELY very large) erection more obviously. ‘Or are you just not hard yet? I wouldn’t be surprised- men so like to hunt and probably grow weary of having old kill dropped into their laps after awhile, right?’
Karol’s eyes narrowed dangerously. ‘Were you sixteen right now, I’d show you just how hard and endowed I am, little bird and the legends would come from between your lips after.’
My heart jumped up into my throat at the threat, but I swallowed it down, safe in the knowledge that he could only banish me for my attitude and not make good on his threat without finding himself on the wrong side of Arcadia’s walls as well, and without his commanding baritone. People over the age of sixteen who preyed on people under the age of sixteen were not just banished in Calliel- they were castrated too and not even King Elijah was above that rule. It was the second hardest form of punishment that we had.
‘Your brother might object to that even if I were, seeing as how I am his plaything, not yours.’
‘Well, if you’d like to keep it that way than I suggest that you follow through on your taunts and actually get into the water as I have commanded you to do,’ Karol retorted. ‘After all, it is our father who has the final say over who remains in the harem and who is tossed into the Wildwoods, not Kohén, and he’s been irritated once this year already by your clever little friend- I doubt he’d take a second infraction so well from within the harem. And disobeying me is a serious infraction, Larkin- we don’t have a glyph for ‘Uppity smart-ass’.’
I glowered at him but obediently walked forward and to the left, submerging first to my ankles, then knees then waist in the warm water. I did so calmly and carefully, barely stirring the pool’s surface, but when I tried to turn away, the prince reached out and snatched up my wrist, forcing me to face him. I yelped, immediately overcome with panic but he just laughed and caught my free flailing hand, bending both of my wrists behind my back and pressing himself into me and up against the edge of the pool. He was hard all over and a tawny brown, cutting a figure that was awe-inspiring and terrifying and as he secured me in place with his hips, I felt his erection press into the gap between my thighs. Terror cloaked my mind immediately and I opened my mouth to scream, but Karol simply laughed and released one of my wrists to cup my mouth.
‘Don’t even consider it,’ he taunted me, his eyes bright in the foggy air. ‘I’m not going to take advantage of you Larkin- we both know that that’s a crime and the Barachiel men are not criminals. Nor do we have to force ourselves on women to find satisfaction.’ I said nothing but he didn’t seem to care. His eyes travelled down over me, and he clucked his tongue. ‘My, my, my…’ he drawled. ‘You’ve done a spectacular job of blossoming, haven’t you?’ His eyes lifted to mine and he smiled. ‘But you don’t care about that sort of thing, do you? You don’t want to be beautiful, and you don’t want to be admired or conquered… you want to be the one who does the conquering yes? Oh, don’t look so shocked- who do you think told Kohén that you’d be able to live as a free woman if he kept his hands in his pockets in your company, hmm?’ His eyes hardened. ‘Who do you think told him that it was a stupid promise to make at such an innocent age? Me. I told him that you could be free, and I told him that it was a mistake to confide that in you because now, you have your heart set on leaving don’t you? Which may not happen if Kohén returns and see how his little duckling has become a swan after all, and reacts physically the way I am reacting to you right now.’
I sucked in a breath from between his fingers as he voiced my gravest fears. ‘He won’t do that,’ my words were muffled by Karol’s palm, so he slid it down to cup my jaw, allowing my lips to move freely while my skin shivered in disgust. ‘I am his friend, and the fact that I’ve grown breasts won’t change that.’
‘You’re both fools,’ Karol argued, looking me over again. ‘And you’ve changed in places other than your chest, Larkin. A man would have to be blind and devoid of every other sense not to notice that! How is a teenage boy supposed to resist such a mouth-watering kill, when it is lain in his lap, as you so eloquently said?’
‘His common sense will prevail, and he has plenty of sacrificial lambs to sate his appetite with,’ I argued.
‘They’re not as pretty or as clever as you are though.’
‘They’re beautiful and willing, but my mind will be of more use to the kingdom than my looks will, and he sees that,’ I said snottily. ‘And the fact that you’d favour my looks over my wit in his position just further proves that the wrong Barachiel boy is going to be crowned next.’
Karol frowned at me. ‘You think I’m weak because I find you attractive?’
‘I think Kohén is stronger and a true Barachiel, like Miguel was,’ I said coolly. ‘And if you want to prove yourself as worthy of the crown, start by letting me go right now. Because for all of Kohén’s teenage hormones, he’s yet to grow hard at the sight of me and shove himself between my legs- even though he’s been entitled to make advances towards me for three years now!’
I half expected a slap across the face for that remark, but Karol surprised me yet again by releasing me and backing away with his hands and lips straining upwards. ‘Damn, you’ve got a spine on you girl…’ he lowered his hands to his sides and winked. ‘I’d very much like to bend it to my will, even if that would be a sign of weakness.’

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They told us that this new world was perfect

They told us that we were all equal under the eyes of the only God

They told me that I was nothing

He told me that he would protect me

They swear that I can trust them

I don’t

How can I believe in something, in a world where faith isn’t optional?

The Given Garden is Book #1 in The Eden Chronicles, and is set six hundred years after Armageddon, where Utopia is the goal, but chaos is the result. Larkin had no choice to be an illegal third-born child, so does that mean that she should give her life to the crown in penance? And if so, can trust that she will find a friend in Prince Kohen Barachiel, and not a Nephilim master? The kingdom is in his family’s hands,her life in his, the clock is ticking until god’s return, and Satan is watching, waiting for her moment to strike back.

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Someone who was still in there.
Thinking quickly, Charlotte shuffled back to her driver’s door and turning the key once to get the coil working, flicked on her headlights after. Like a diamond in sunlight, the interior of the shop lit up brilliantly; so brilliantly that there was no mistaking the flurry of movement she saw behind the counter. Charlotte smiled grimly, and then twisted her headlights again, proud of how handy her high beams were proving to be when suddenly, a thin shadow leapt up from behind the counter and began waving its arms frantically. Though the action was silent, the point was clear:
‘Woman are you fucking crazy turn off your DAMN LIGHTS!’
But Charlotte flicked them instead, and when the boy vanished again she flicked them once more. When he did not re-emerge she sighed, leaned onto her steering wheel and blasted the centre with her horn. The sound was so excruciatingly loud in the evening air that Charlotte shuddered, taking her hand off it as soon as she felt she’d made her point and looking around anxiously, scanning the sidewalks, not completely oblivious to the sound of a scream in the far distance and even worse, a disembodied moan floating through the air like the end of a yawn from her left. It wasn’t so close that it represented a direct threat, but her skin blossomed with goose bumps all the same.
I can’t stand here all night waiting for this guy to do the right thing, can I? Think woman, think!
Charlotte turned back to the shop, wanting to scream or beg the boy inside to turn the pumps on- to personalize her precarious predicament and possibly evoke empathy within him or a sense of responsibility- but she couldn’t get her drama on without making a racket, and she had a funny feeling that the sounds of a woman in distress would be like zombie catnip.
Besides, what reason did the attendant have to turn the pumps on for her? He didn’t know her and for all he knew, her appearance probably made her look like a time bomb waiting to happen, because she fit the ‘danger’ age group perfectly. Survival required a certain degree of selfishness, as she’d just displayed to the hoodie guy back down the road, and the attendant was safely barricaded inside a shop packed with all the supplies one could need with no reason to see how her ‘Come eat me’ behaviour was a threat to anyone but herself so long as he remained hidden in the dark.
Nope. Polite Charlotte isn’t working for me. Wonder if the mask is a turn-off? I bet Sophia would be pumping gas by now!
The damsel thing hadn’t worked so it was clear to Charlotte that she’d have to try acting menacing instead, which was going to be a tricky part to play with a headful of curlers and sparkly lettering across her breasts. She swiveled her gaze to the gun on her seat and she wondered if she could convince the boy that so long as she remained in danger, he did too. But the idea of waving the gun around, of threatening him and getting caught on CCTV in her get-up as the purple-faced apocalypse tyrant made her feel ill. But she’d still rather be tagged as a burglar, than by her toe.
Bribery? Worth a shot yeah?
Charlotte reached back into her car and pulled a crisp, one hundred dollar note from an envelope in her glove compartment, feeling a twinge of guilt as she realised she’d had that cash handy to pay Cadence with, back at the salon. Isaac, always more prepared than a boy-scout with OCD, had given her the labeled envelope that afternoon back at the clinic while whispering that they were paying Cadence off the books to help her out of a rough month. The recollection of his kindness, and the sight of his angular handwriting on the front of the envelope made her heart skip another beat. He really was too, too good a man for the likes of her.
Isaac would never bully a service station attendant into doing his bidding because he would have had a full fuel tank to begin with!
Pushing that thought aside, Charlotte made a big show of waving around the one hundred dollar bill, and then lifted the pump lever next to the one she intended to use, placing the note in the hollow behind it and then replacing the nozzle, trapping the money there. Then, she tapped on the fuel pump and waited expectantly.
Come on, come on, come on… ! Please please please?
Another moan sounded, and down the street, there was a yelp. Charlotte’s arms had been crossed in a: ‘Your move’ sort of stance but the sound of the approaching creature had her digging her nails into the flesh of her arms. When another ten seconds passed, and the moan resonated in the air again; this time much closer, Charlotte lost her patience along with any courage she’d managed to scrape together and store in her spine. Pissed off and terrified, she got back into her car, flicked the key all the way to start the ignition and then slammed her foot down on the accelerator as she snapped the door shut, revving the car as hard as she could and hoping that it wouldn’t expose her bluff by spluttering its last.
She saw the shadow of the boy straighten, saw him step slightly closer to the window, slowly raising his hands as if to say: ‘Whoa…let’s not do anything stupid now!’ But Charlotte merely smiled, pleased to know that she still had his attention. She released the parking brake, shoved the gearstick into drive and then lurched forward, aiming her car right at the entrance doors of the service station and thinking that if this didn’t work, the cowardly teenage boy might be the last person she ever saw alive through human eyes and if he didn’t help her, she’d relish eating him first.

Review: The Short Life Of Sparrows Emm Cole FANFREAKINGtastic!

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This book will take you outside of yourself and make the world fall away. I’ve had many pretty things to say about Emm Cole’s other two novels but The Short Life Of Sparrows is more of an experience than a story. I usually like to share amusing gif’s with my bigger reviews but for this one, I’m going to paste imagery which recreates the haunting beauty this novel inspired within my imagination. I even felt more romantic, reading this, like the life between the pages could be transferred to my own existence and make it more.

There is nothing generic about this novel. Every character, every scene, every plot twist is utterly unique and following the adventure felt like having one of those really good stretches after having sat in the same position for so long, turning page after page of cliches before finding something that makes you shiver deliciously. It’s seductive, whimsical, gripping and oh so beautiful that it will make you ache.

As an author I must admit that I’m green with jealousy over Emm’s incredible use of descriptive language. She just has a way of painting a picture with a magic brush that the rest of us could never wield with such understated, creative elegance. And I assume that this would have been a very easy task for her with a storyline so unlike any other! She’s taken such a stock-standard subject, like witches, and put this fantastical spin on it so that you end up feeling like she’s gone out on a mythology branch of her own creation and I suppose that it exactly what she’s done.

The village where the novel is set is like no other. This story is dark, very dark at times and then ethereally light at others and yet the setting is just so damn unique that it offers yet another level for the imagination to roll about on. Imagine if Tim Burton and Dr Suess painted a canvas together- that’s what I saw in the Seer’s village, where the witches have the ability to change their houses and affect their environment to suit their needs, provided they don’t mind offering a sacrifice in return.

It’s just so creative! There’s this magical atmosphere to it which is almost consistently touched by foreboding and then you have these two sects of people existing separately, but in close proximity to one another and safeguarding the human race which they have completely detached themselves from. The seer’s are the witches, and the Nightbloods are their, well I’ll use ‘mates’ for lack of a better word because although their lives are woven together by unbreakable threads, they can never be cinched tightly enough to become one. Both sects must make use of their magical gifts, but if they get too close, all hell breaks loose. And when an ‘Ordinary’ (human) comes to live amongst these eccentric people, the s*** really does hit the cauldron and a whole lot of mysteries suddenly unfurl to stage a very romantic and often painful romance.

TSLOS is sexy and haunting. Exciting and yet homey and every single character is captivating, especially the three main characters. I love the fact that the heroine Call isn’t some Mary-Jane, she’s sassy and bitter and quick to lose her temper, and the two male protagonists (Okay so one’s a sexy-ass antagonist. Woot! Go the bad boys!) are so real that they practically peel themselves off the page.

5 stars are not enough! Read this if you’re in to Paranormal romance, Fantasy romance, Fantasy, Romance, Dark Fantasy or you know- Books. Move this to the top of your TBR and watch this lady very closely because she’s going to open minds and rock worlds 🙂

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Excerpt from The Harlequin Doll

‘Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Jarrah. I know these are quite unconventional circumstances and so I appreciate the trouble you have gone through already, and the trouble you obviously intend to take on, if we can come to an arrangement today.’
His brother’s voice was even when he answered: ‘Being asked to visit a beautiful woman in such a romantic place is no trouble at all, your highness.’
There was a breathy laugh then. ‘I see that my memory of your countenance has not been exaggerated in my mind by time.’ She sighed. ‘But I must say, I am surprised that you are the one the village has selected to represent them. I was certain that you would have been married off some time ago…’
‘Unfortunately for me, too many women suspected the exact same thing,’ Jarrah answered winsomely, ‘so I stood back and decided to let them pick a bride on my behalf.’
Archer snorted, thinking he’d give his entire quiver of arrows just to be close enough to see the thagarni’s response to THAT.
‘And how has that gone?’ there was amusement in the queen’s voice.
‘Well, It’s been four years since I came of age and they’re still squabbling about it…’ a low, male laugh. ‘But it’s an argument I’d be delighted to see you join- and win.’
The queen sigh was more than a little audible. ‘Oh dear… you haven’t changed a bit, have you?’
‘Not true, your highness,’ Jarrah said, ‘I’ve gotten much taller.’
Archer couldn’t help but grin. His brother was an ass, but at least he had the confidence to be utterly himself regardless of where he was.
‘So I see.’ There was a faint rustling noise. ‘And have you grown in other ways, Jarrah Garibaldis? Are you kind? Are you patient? Are you honest and righteous?’
‘If I answer no to the honest and righteous ones, will that admission make them so?’
‘No,’ the queen said. ‘But I will respect you more for it.’
‘Then no- I can be quite dishonest and I have been known to scheme… but I believe that I am kind and considering that I have refrained from marrying until I could set eyes on you again, I suppose I am also patient.’
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‘Mr Harlequin!’

The entire room seemed to shift to watch a girl in a sexy red corset, French knickers and blood-coloured leather boots run onto the mat, her Betty Boop eyes wide with anxiety on her powdered face. ‘Mr Harlequin! You can’t start the show yet!’

‘What?!’ Jarrah’s bark made half of the room flinch, Elle included. The fury twisting his features was as authentic as Elle’s father’s retraction-request face. ‘Why ever not?!’

The girl, who looked like an extra from Rocky Horror only sexier, leaned on the Ringmaster’s side and waved her fingers to the house. There were a few chuckles and quite a few more wolf-whistles when she faced the front and revealed the fact that her corset only reached her ribs, and that her voluptuous chest was bare above it. Elle’s hand went to her lips. Nudity in the first minute? Were they going to have an orgy for the finale?

‘It’s your brother!’ she cried, holding up her hands comically. ‘He’s supposed to be on after Amelia’s knife-throwing act, but he’s getting a blow job out the back from some groupie, and told me to tell you that she’s a virgin, has no idea what she’s doing- and that he may need an extra fifteen minute buffer to get her on track!’

The laughter was slow to start, but those who laughed did so heartily while those who realised they’d underestimated the term ‘Risqué’ on the bill stared at the stage; silent and agog.

‘I don’t care if he’s got the Dallas Cowgirls back there- you tell him to get backstage and warming up, or I’ll throttle him!’

‘I’m not doing that!’ The girl stepped back, shaking her head. ‘No way!’

Jarrah looked fit to be tied. ‘What? I’m your employer!’ His acrylic fangs affected his voice with a slight lisp. ‘You’ll do as I say!’

But Shelby put her hands on her hips and lifted her ski-bump nose primly. ‘Archer is my employer as well, Jarrah… and he just offered me the promotion of a lifetime if I stall for him.’

‘And that would be?’

Shelby pressed her folded hands to her cheeks and smiled dreamily out at the crowd. ‘He said that if the virgin can’t learn on her feet, that he’ll let me finish the job!’ She cocked her hip to the laughing audience and shimmied sexily. ‘Don’t you just love overtime?’

Beside her, Anya groaned and buried her face in her hands, but Elle couldn’t help but giggle at the bawdy, fluffy banter. She was about to lean forward to hear what Jarrah’s response was going to be over the resounding laughter, when the ringmaster reached out, took the girl’s neck in his massive hands- and wrenched it until her head snapped sickeningly to the left and beyond. The crack was so loud in the stunned silence that Elle thought she was going to black out, and when the ringmaster released her body, letting it slump lifelessly to the ground beneath his feet, bile rose in the back of her throat.

What? What? WHAT? That was FAKE right? By why is her head like that? Oh god, is she holding her breath? She actually looks dead!

‘Like I was saying…’ The ringmaster motioned to the two leather-clad clowns waiting on the edge of the ring and they rushed forward and began to drag the body away by the feet after their boss had grandly stepped over it. ‘I don’t like it when people ignore the rules, and I don’t like being interrupted.’ He tilted the brim of his hat to the crowd with the chrome carved skull at the end of his walking stick, and winked to his astonished, captive audience. ‘So don’t smoke, don’t touch anything, don’t molest the staff, don’t take photographs and whatever you do… don’t offer my brother sexual favours because you never know where he’s been and if you did, you wouldn’t like it,’ he lowered his stick. ‘Oh and turn your cell phones off people- no one on Facebook actually cares about you.’ He swung his walking stick and grinned. ‘Now… Enjoy the show!’

The lights went out again and this time, chills crawled across Elle’s skin. One blink, one flicker, and the stage was there again and Jarrah Harlequin had vanished into an actual puff of smoke.

Okay no seriously… HOW?