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Beautiful 5 STAR REVIEW * Lost and Found * Author Bethany Shaw


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Lost and Found

Werewolf Wars Series

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October 23, 2014
Sarah Davies has had what some might call a string of bad luck; she just calls it devastating. She’s suffered the loss of loved ones as well as a kidnapping, and now her family thinks she is dead. Abandoned in the middle of New Mexico with crazy werewolves chasing after her, she can only trust her companion, Vincent McKinley. As they strain to survive the wilderness and evade their assailants, Sarah finds herself unexpectedly bonding with Vincent. He is kind and caring and Sarah can see them forming something far greater than friendship. But she has lost so many loved ones in the past; it terrifies her to open her heart to anyone else.

Vincent McKinley has sworn to protect Sarah with his life, but their pursuers seem hell bent on making him break his word. Determined to keep his promise, Vincent goes to extreme lengths to keep Sarah safe. Together, they work side-by-side to devise a plan that will stop their enemies for good. As tensions mount, so do their feelings for each other. Will they get the chance to explore their emotions, or will their enemies catch up to them first?

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Awesome book 5 to this series…Vincent and Sarah are on the run for their lives, after a battle with the Luna pack. they are seperated from the rest of their pack.
Vincent vows to keep her safe no matter what. They must cross miles of wilderness in their fight for survival..
As everyone else in their pack believes them to be dead.They must survive on their skills, and devise a way to bring down the Luna pack without putting anyone else in danger.
Along the way they realize they have a lot more in common then either one realizes, and find themselves falling in love.
Great new book to this series, hopefully with more to follow.
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Finally Vincent gets his story and I loved it!! This book was action packed from the first sentence. Sarah and Vincent are an unlikely couple but when push comes to shove they are unstoppable. Vincent has never been taking seriously because he is a fun loving an likes a good joke, but underneath it all lies a strong wolf who takes caring for those he loves very seriously. Sarah just lost two more people who she loved more than life itself, but she doesn’t let it get her down for long and she is determined to get her revenge. These star-crossed lovers are on the run for their lives from the Luna Pack but they let nothing get in their way to get back to their family. Even with all the danger that surrounds them they manage to fall in love. Will they be able to have their HEA or will their enemies successes in destroying them? This is a must read! Yes you will also get to see the other couples in this series and see their futures also.

I was given a copy of this book for a honest review…

Such a great ending to this series, everything was wrapped up and there were no unanswered questions in the end. Overall it was a great read and full of lots action that literally kept Sarah and Vincent on the run non-stop till the very end of the book.

Sarah, was a lot more confident then I first assumed she was and suffered from more guilt then I first thought. When she thought she did the right thing with Preston only to have him end up being killed she took on so much guilt due to her telling him no.

Vincent, he was more down to earth then you would think from the previous books. The always joking werewolve did it more out of a self defense so no one would know how much he was effected in the end by his fathers disappointment.

The epilogue I loved it! You get to see how each couple is doing in the end and how theyre all dealing with life now a days minus all the drama of being at war on a daily basis.

Till next time – Sweets Books

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Blog Tour ~ Throttle Me ~ Author Chelle Bliss


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Men of Inked Series

Author Chelle Bliss

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Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Release Date:  March 31, 2014

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Suzy’s a control freak and has her life mapped out – work hard, find a man with a stable job, and live happily ever after. She’s content with the status quo, but her plan comes to a screeching halt when he enters her life and turns it upside down.

City gave up on love when his heart was crushed in college, preferring to be the typical bachelor. He spends his nights hopping from one bed to another and his days working at his family tattoo shop, Inked. A chance encounter on a dark road makes him question what he had sworn off forever – a relationship.

A night of passion and lust causes them to question everything. Is City the knight in shining armor to the damsel in distress? Can their relationship survive when a fantasy falls apart and a secret comes out that changes everything?

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Throttle Me by Author Chelle Bliss is a spin-off from her Love At Last Series. The Heroine is Suzy, the roommate to Sophia in the Love At Last Series. Will Suzy find the man of her dreams, or rather her checklist? The answer is only a READ away!!!


4.0 Rosebuds of Writing Raves

This reviewer was lucky enough to be a part of the beta group for this novel.  What a thrill it was to be a part of  Bliss’s writing process. The story that unfolds between City and Suzy is breathtaking, thrilling, and quite a ride.  The story takes place over several months. Descriptions of City are mouthwatering.  City and Suzy are total opposites. Is this a good or a bad thing? Even Kayden, Sophia and Jett make a few appearances in the novel. An exciting beginning to the new series, Men of InkedEr by the author. Readers, you will not want to miss reading this Revved up Romance…


2.0 Teardrops

There were tears of sadness, but also tears of happiness while reading this novel. There was even laughter along the way. City and Suzy are a wonderful couple to read about.  Will Suzy add Hot, Dominant, and Sexy Alpha to her man list? How many of you have that on your checklist…


5.0 Romance Rave

City is sexy, hot, and an Alpha male. He knows what he wants, and he wants Suzy. City shows her how exciting, pleasurable, and tantalizing  sex can be. As well as showing her how wonderful, exciting, and sweet she is. Along with all that she means to him. City is HOT for Suzy, and Readers will be HOT for City!!!

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Surrender My Heart by Lisa Eugene- Blog Tour

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Surrender My Heart

Author Lisa Eugene

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Release Day:  October 27, 2013


Patients are dying at Washington Memorial Hospital and no one knows why. When Nurse Chloe Bennett finds herself in the middle of yet another Code Blue, she questions the unexplained deaths. Dr. Brad Markson is a world renowned cardiac surgeon who is confident, brilliant, and sinfully sexy. He does not tolerate losing patients. When his patient suddenly dies, he looks for answers.

The two work together to unravel the mysterious events surrounding the deaths, and soon find themselves fighting for their lives in a fast paced, erotic thriller. When Chloe is accused of the murders, she is surprised to find she has an ally in gorgeous Dr. Markson. Shy, sweet, Chloe is unable to resist his wickedly sexy smile. His passionate kisses ignite her body, and his mere touch induces shivering pleasure. But she doesn’t know if she’s ready to give away her heart after her traumatic past, and Brad is battling career demons of his own. Can the  two learn to trust in each other? Will they live long enough to surrender to their love, or will they fall victim to their fears and lose everything?




Chloe Bennett eyed the blinking red light on the desk. The nurse’s call bell barked incessantly, chopping through the silence of the night.

“There’s no way I’m going back in there!” Susan, another nurse, declared. She planted a hand on her hip. “That patient has been on the bell all night long! It’s two in the morning for God’s sake!”

Chloe issued a sigh and rose from her seat in front of the charts she’d been working on. Her gaze traveled down the dark hall that tunneled off from the nurse’s station. Usually at this time of night, most of the patients were asleep and all that would be heard was the intermittent beep of a cardiac monitor or the deep snore of a restless sleeper. Now in the distance, she could see a light wink on and off over Mr. Barkley’s door. He was an elderly patient who’d been admitted for heart monitoring. The red light flashed in rhythm to the noise bullying the quiet night, demanding attention once again.

“I’ll go. I think he’s just confused.”

“I’ll say he’s confused. He thinks my ass is a squeezy toy!” Susan bristled.

“Poor Mr. Barkley is not himself tonight. He seems more disoriented than ever.” Chloe chewed pensively on her bottom lip. The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention as her gaze lingered down the hall.

She brushed her palms across the front of her white nurse’s uniform and made her way to his room, her sturdy shoes thudding on the laminate tiles.

Mr. Barkley’s mental status waxed and waned. For a few days he’d been extremely lucid, then his mind slipped between pleasant dementia and foggy reality. Even then, there were times Chloe swore she saw a bead of clarity rolling in his cloudy blue eyes. The bead seemed to condense all the wisdom and knowledge that his eighty-five year old brain had accumulated, and Chloe loved his convoluted stories. Imbedded in those stories was a richness of experience, and the contentment of a life lived well. She’d miss him after he was discharged. Though Mr. Barkley often became overly zealous with the nurses, he was rarely agitated.

She frowned, a strange feeling of déjà vu plaguing her. Just two weeks ago, she’d had another patient who’d exhibited the same behavior: acute confusion and agitation. She’d mentioned it to her nursing supervisor, but Nurse Wall hadn’t thought much of it because many of the elderly patients had some baseline dementia. But Chloe knew Mr. Barkley well and tonight he just seemed…off.

She pushed open the door to the small room and entered, her heart clenching as she heard Mr. Barkley’s raspy voice yelling in the dark.

“Shhh, it’s okay, Mr. Barkley. It’s okay.” She flipped on the soft overhead light and walked swiftly to his bed, something deep inside her responding to the neediness in his voice.

“Who is it? Who…who’s there?” Mr. Barkley asked, his voice jumping with agitation.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s me, Chloe, your nurse.”

She watched as his bushy white brows pulled together. “Thanks for coming to the beach with me. I just fell off my surfboard. I hate when the waves are so rough.”

Chloe smiled warmly and placed a hand on Mr. Barkley’s shoulder. “You’re not at the beach, Mr. Barkley.”

She brushed back a strand of paper thin, white hair that had fallen over his eyes, thinking wryly that he’d probably been having a good time surfing in his head before his imagined fall. A red cast glazed his eyes, and she wondered if he’d been rubbing them.

“Mr. Barkley, you’re at the hospital. You’re at Washington Memorial Hospital.”

His mind seemed to clear as he bounced his gaze around the room. “Hmmm…yeah. Those waves were rough. Mom told me not to go in today. She wanted me to stay home. She’s waiting for me. I have to go with her.”

Chloe sighed and tried to reorient him, hoping to nudge him back to the present.

“So,” she announced with a big smile. “Tomorrow you’ll be returning home!” She eyed the IV bag quickly dripping into the clear tube snaking into his arm.

Mr. Barkley pursed his thin lips as his eyes filled with alarm. “No, I won’t. They won’t let me.”

She smiled gently, her eyes returning to his restless blue gaze. “Yes. I got your discharge papers today. Your granddaughter is coming to get you in the morning. It’ll be a wonderful day.”

Chloe flinched as his gnarled hand suddenly grasped her arm, jerking it to a stop as she was about to check the flow of the IV.

“I won’t be going home! They won’t let me leave here! I know they won’t!” Mr. Barkley was almost shouting now, his hand clutching tighter, his jagged nails biting into her skin. His eyes became wild and panicked like a cornered animal.

She softened her voice, trying not to react to his acute distress. If Mr. Barkley saw that she was upset, it might make him more agitated. Instead, she smiled and placed her other hand comfortingly over the one that had a painful grip on her.

“Let’s not think about that now, okay? You should really get some rest.” She looked around and whispered, “You need to keep up your strength for surfing.”

At that, Mr. Barkley’s eyes fogged over and he relaxed his hold on her arm. A dreamy smile pulled at the corner of his lips.

Chloe smiled again, her heart tugging in her chest. She barely noticed the tiny half-moons his nails had embedded in the pale skin of her forearm.

Her gaze landed on his blanket that had fallen on the floor, and she turned to pick it up, almost jumping out of her skin when she felt a firm pinch of her rear end.

“Mr. Barkley!” She turned and waggled an admonishing finger at the elderly man, but her annoyance lost its fervor as she watched a sly smile spread across his lips.

Demented, my ass!

She talked to him while she straightened the cluttered space, telling him how wonderful life would be at home. Mr. Barkley was an active eighty-five year old. From what his family had told her, he loved taking daily walks in the park with his granddaughter, singing old tunes, and going out to the movies.

She folded the blanket into a small square and was about to lay it at his feet when her gaze landed on Mr. Barkley’s face. For a second she stood stock still, her brain fighting with the fear in her accelerating heart.

“Mr. Barkley!” she yelled. When she got no response, she screamed his name even louder. Rushing forward, she placed a palm on his shoulder and shook him roughly, already tasting the bitter dread leaking onto her tongue.

Mr. Barkley’s face was turning a pasty white and the wrinkles in his skin seemed to press flat. One look at his still chest told her his lungs had abandoned their function and he wasn’t breathing. Chloe’s heart bang against her ribcage as she dug a finger into his neck to search for his carotid pulse. Not finding one, she opened her mouth and screamed a Code Blue alarm at the top of her lungs, the sound reverberating through the dark corridors like an agonizing cry.

Code blue! Code blue! Room 405!”

Willing her trembling hands to work, she initiated CPR, trying to suppress the tears stinging the back of her eyes. She saw a tinge of blue cling to her patient’s lips and horror gripped her heart. In seconds the room filled with people. Footsteps were heard running down the previously quiet hall. Sleepy doctors in blue scrubs filed quickly through the door, shouting in her direction, asking questions, and demanding answers.

Someone pushed her aside and took over doing chest compressions while another person pulled Mr. Barkley’s gown away and started attaching colorful wires to his pale, clammy skin. Again Chloe had to step back as medical equipment, a crash cart, the Code Blue team, and young doctors in training flowed towards the bed in a ceaseless wave of bodies.

 One doctor yelled. “How old is this man?”

The question was thrown at Chloe. She blinked rapidly, linking her fingers behind her back to stop her shaking. She felt so cold.

“He…he’s eighty-five,” she replied.

“Are you sure he wants to be resuscitated?”

“Does he have signed orders?” It was her nursing supervisor, Nurse Wall. She skewered Chloe with a beady gaze.

Chloe’s head shot up and she stuttered. “Yes…yes. I mean, no…no. He wants everything done. He wants to be resuscitated!” she answered, hating the quiver in her voice. She started attaching the colorful leads of the heart monitor to his chest.

Just then, she saw Susan rush into the room. She handed off some extra supplies, tossed her a sympathetic gaze, and then scurried away, presumably to check on the other patients.

“Tell me about this patient!” A voice was directed at her. It was Dr. Wasko, the doctor who’d taken charge.

Chloe almost bit through her bottom lip, but she took a deep breath and relayed Mr. Barkley’s medical information. She watched in a robotic state of shock as the team worked on Mr. Barkley’s lifeless body. A large liter bag of saline was thrust at her, and she set it up to flow openly into her patient’s IV. She glanced at the noisy monitor failing to get a blood pressure reading, and the flat line on the cardiac screen. Someone continued compressions, while another person pulled his jaws wide and inserted a breathing tube into his throat. Mr. Barkley’s pale body seemed so puny, unresponsive and crowded with busy hands and medical devices.

Adept fingers pierce his groin with a long, ferocious-looking needle, drawing back dark red blood from his artery. Chloe’s stomach twisted and turned as she began to lose faith. The room was a swirling frenzy of chaotic order and the air was stale and oppressive. Doctors shouted orders, medications were handed over, and monitors beeped urgently. Someone yelled “Clear!” and everyone stepped back from the bed. Chloe watched as paddles discharged on Mr. Barkley’s chest and his inert body flopped like a fish. She felt an arm slip around her shoulder and she turned her head as Susan leaned in.

“You okay? It doesn’t look good.”

Chloe nodded, but swiped at a tear threatening to fall.

 “Are the other patients okay?” she asked weakly.

“Yeah. A little shaken up. They can hear what’s going on, but we’re keeping things calm.”

Chloe saw a movement from the corner by the bathroom. One of the new phlebotomists, Nigel, moved toward the door. He shot her a dazed look, then sadly shook his head, his mouth pulling downward. Her attention was drawn away when Susan leaned in.

“I heard that Dr. Markson’s been called. He should be here any minute now. He’s just getting out of surgery.” She informed nervously.

Chloe gasped, her eyes growing wide. She felt her heart rate rev as Susan gave her hand a quick squeeze. Dr. Markson was one of Washington Memorial’s finest cardiac surgeons. He was lauded for making great advances in cardiac surgery at his young age, and was renowned for his expertise in Robotic Coronary Artery Bypass Surgery. He was almost a deity at the hospital. From what Chloe had heard, his colossal ego was the only thing that surpassed his reputed glory. She’d never had the opportunity, thank God, to meet him. Her night shift ended at seven in the morning, just before the surgeons rounded on their patients. She did, however, see the nurses of the oncoming shift sweat nervously whenever they got slated with a patient of his.

“I’m going back outside. You need anything?” Susan asked.

Chloe shook her head, her eyes glued to the activity on the bed. She watched numbly as the doctor in charge stepped back from Mr. Barkley’s body, shaking his head gravely. A single tear meandered down her cheek. Oh, God…   

She braced herself as Dr. Wasko’s mouth open, ready to pronounce her patient dead. She was just issuing a prayer when a large shadow filled the doorway, distracting her morbid thoughts.

“What the hell is going on here?” The booming voice stirred the air in the room, causing all noise to cease.

Chloe took a step back as the large looming figure stalked quickly to the bed. She held her breath as she watched a man, who could be none other than Dr. Markson, part the sea of bodies to stand over Mr. Barkley. He was yelling now, his voice belting like thunder as he demanded answers. The chiseled lines of his face pull taut as a storm swirled in his dark blue eyes. He shoved aside one doctor and his powerful arms locked tight as he started aggressively pounding on Mr. Barkley’s flaccid body in an attempt to resuscitate him.

 He yelled for medications in the process, growling a nasty curse as one doctor’s shaky hands tarried. Chloe didn’t know why, but as she watched determination sculpt the lines of Dr. Markson’s face, hope started to blossom. Her eyes widened as the cardiac monitor flickered, the staccato beat jostling the glowing flat line, causing doubtful gazes to latch on to it hopefully. For long moments, Dr. Markson worked furiously, but the stubborn line kept lying flat, refusing to jump to life.

Suddenly Dr. Wasko stepped forward, his hand snaking out to stop Dr. Markson’s unrelenting pounding.

“Brad,” he said gently. “Brad!” He raised his voice when he got no response. “Brad! Stop. He’s dead! You have to pronounce him.”

Chloe’s lungs fought to take a breath. She felt as if everyone in the room was afraid to breathe, as absolute quiet settled around them like heavy fog. It seemed even the machines felt the tautness of the moment and had paused their blinking and beeping.

Dr. Wasko inhaled deeply and sighed. “Brad. It’s over. He was an old man. His heart gave out.”

Chloe watched Dr. Markson’s head snap up. His jaw squared angrily and a fist flew through the air. A collective gasp whooshed around the room like liquid swirling in a glass. Chloe’s hand clapped over her mouth in disbelief. Dr. Wasko ducked, but could not avoid the impact of the glancing blow, and his head snapped to the side. Another doctor rushed over to hold Dr. Markson, but just as quickly as he’d ignited, Dr. Markson seemed to calm, and the other man steered clear.

Christ, Brad!” Dr. Wasko shook his head, his eyes narrowing. He held his jaw and tested it. “I’ll let this go. I can see you’re hurting. But, don’t ever do that again. Best friend or not, I’ll kick your ass.” He took a deep breath and pointed to the body on the bed. “Now. Pronounce him!”

Dr. Markson stared angrily, his silence derisive. Chloe could sense his barely leashed fury coupled with profound loss and grief. The emotions emanating from him were terrifying. She briefly wondered if there was more than a patient-doctor relationship.

Dr. Wasko sighed in exasperation, looked at his watch, and then turned to Nurse Wall. “Mr. Barkley is pronounced dead. Time of death four twenty one a.m.” At that, he turned and left the room. It was as though a tight band had snapped. Suddenly gazes darted about, seeking confirmation on what had just been witnessed. No one dared to look in Dr. Markson’s direction. Feet hurried towards the door, making a hasty escape.

“What the fuck happened here?” The deep voice was controlled, but infused with rage. “Who found him?” Dr. Markson addressed Nurse Wall, his tall frame hovering menacingly over her.

Chloe’s back hugged the wall. She felt her stomach plummet to her feet when Nurse Wall’s head swiveled towards her. A pair of intensely blue eyes locked on hers, and Chloe thought she’d faint from the power of that angry gaze. A cold wave blew down her spine, but ironically she could feel sweat bead on her temple and upper lip. Afraid, she pulled her gaze away and jerked it around the room, not surprised by it’s now near emptiness. Everyone had fled, she guessed afraid of Dr. Markson’s wrath.

In two long-legged strides, he was towering over her, his hard gaze zooming in on her face.

“What the fuck happened to my patient?” he growled.

“I…I…don’t know. He was just so confused and agitated tonight! One minute we were talking, and then…then…” Chloe swallowed nervously, but her weepy gaze kept returning to the bed where her dead patient lay.

“I demand an explanation! Now! Let’s go outside.”

Chloe jumped as the deep baritone shot through her like a blazing cannonball. She could clearly see pain in Dr. Markson’s eyes, but her priority was her patient. God! They had just left him there in a mess of tubes and wires and blood. Even his gown was now on the floor! He was naked.

She squared her shoulders and looked into the penetrating gaze that stabbed her, trying to ignore the fissures it made in her composure.

“I’ll talk to you after I take care of Mr. Barkley,” she said shakily and took a step towards the bed.

His large hand shot out to grab her and she jolted as his touch burned her skin. She looked at the long, tapered fingers circling her upper arm, then stared into the bottomless eyes that seemed to be a pathway to hell. Anger settled in, quickly sweeping away her fear. She would not allow him to bully and intimidate her.

“Get your hand off me. Now. And I refuse to talk to you while Mr. Barkley is laying here, dead. I will not disrespect him like this.” Her words sieved through clenched teeth.

She watched air charge through his flared nostrils as his forehead pinched in a flagrant show of disbelief.

Chloe heard her nursing supervisor shuffle up next to them. Peripherally she could see her wringing her hands, her fingers white with anxiety.

“I’m so sorry, Dr. Markson. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. She’s always been a bit of a problem. Chloe, why don’t you step outside with Dr. Markson. I’ll take care of Mr. Barkley’s preparation.”

Chloe’s gaze darted to her supervisor. She could feel the wheels roll over her as she lay sprawled under the bus.

“No. He’s my patient. I want to take care of him. We were…close,” she beseeched the other woman, but could see Nurse Wall’s lips tighten angrily. “There’s no reason why Dr. Markson can’t wait.”

Her supervisor’s face colored angrily. “Listen, Nurse Bennett, when Dr. Markson asks you to do something, you do it! I cannot believe your insubordination!”

Instantly bells started ringing in her head, echoing a warning. He could have her fired in the blink of an eye with just one word to her nursing director, and she desperately needed this job, but now anger and grief overruled common sense. She pursed her lips and turned back to him, noticing he was staring at her. His head swiveled and his gaze roved Mr. Barkley’s body. She saw shadowy grief fill his eyes, and abruptly he dropped his hand from her arm. She inhaled deeply, finally able to breathe again.

“I’ll be out after I’m done,” Chloe informed him firmly.

Nurse Wall’s eyes rounded. “Your behavior is completely outrageous! Who do you think you are? I want you to know we’ll be recommending your discharge!”

Her stomach plummeted, but she pushed back the billowing fear. She did notice that Dr. Markson turned abruptly to Nurse Wall, his eyebrows raised in question. He took a step back and speared his long fingers through his hair, a look of exhaustion blanketing his face.

“I will be waiting in the nurse’s station. And please do not test my patience.”

He turned and stalked from the room, leaving her with her glaring supervisor. Chloe tried to ignore the vehemence leaking from Nurse Wall as she steeled her emotions and focused on the task ahead.

 Dr. Brad Markson paced the small room at the back of the nursing station, his long legs taking him from one side of the confining square to the next in just three determined strides. His fingers forked through his hair for about the tenth time since he’d walked into the room. His back ached and his temples throbbed from the unrelenting pressure bearing down on him. Usually he could shoulder the responsibilities of his position and tackle any obstacle that came at him with an innate skill that others openly admired and awed. But today had been a brutal day, a true test of a man wound so tight he threatened to collapse, and this last devastating blow was crushing his shoulders with its mighty weight.

 He’d been in surgery for the past six hours repairing a major coronary anomaly that other doctors had deemed inoperable. Not a candidate for a heart transplant, the patient’s prognosis had been grave. The young man would have been lucky to last another week without Brad’s intervention. The surgery had been grueling, requiring every measure of his skill and concentration. The cardiac team had all but fallen at his feet as the stuttering heart had jumped to life and the muscle started to pump vigorously as he’d finished the surgery. Brad had come out of the OR on an adrenaline high, full of hope and testosterone, only to hear the news about Mr. Barkley.

Mr. Barkley had been one of the first patients he’d treated with Robotic Coronary Bypass Surgery. That surgery had been a stunning success and had catapulted his career. Other doctors had thought Mr. Barkley’s cardiac muscle too damaged to tolerate the surgery, but Brad had been successful. Mr. Barkley’s supportive family had been greatly appreciative and extensively generous to the hospital in Brad’s honor. He’d quickly developed a close relationship with the family, frequently attending family functions, and he even had several as patients. It had only been in the last year or so that Mr. Barkley’s mental status had started to deteriorate, but he still had a productive life.

Brad ground to an abrupt halt, staring blindly at the wall. What the fuck? Mr. Barkley was supposed to go home tomorrow. What could have happened? How was he going to explain this to his family? He needed answers and that damn nurse told him he had to wait? He never had to wait for anyone! Yet, here he was, pacing a small disheveled room, waiting. He grumbled with annoyance, stemming the urge to march back to the room and drag her out. He could feel his stress simmering hotly below his skin, blistering his composure.

 Brad looked down at his long fingers, frowning deeply when he saw the fine tremors start. Damn! He fished a pill bottle from the pocket of his scrub top, adeptly twisted the top and popped a tiny white oval under his tongue. Feeling the sharp edge of his anger dull slightly, he closed his eyes and sighed wearily. His heart lurched painfully as he thought of his patient’s family, especially Mary. Poor Mary. She was going to be devastated.

. Unable to contain his impatience a moment longer, he took a step towards the door just as it swung open.

“What the hell took you—” Brad’s roaring words crashed abruptly as his gaze landed on the nurse’s face.

 Her countenance was glazed with a sickly pallor and the large hazel eyes that had previously glared defiance at him now studied the floor with a dull dispassion. He pulled his lips thin and turned his gaze from her, surprised by how much her doleful expression moved him. He couldn’t imagine what she’d just had to do. She’d said that she and Mr. Barkley were close. He supposed he should be sympathetic, but he had a difficult time considering anything except the task that lay ahead of him tonight. He’d have to call the family to inform them, then meet with them later in the morning. Just the thought sent crushing pressure sliding down his back-bone. He braced his arms across his chest.

“What happened in there?” His voice came out rougher than he’d intended.

Large, sad eyes hesitantly met his and he ignored the sudden jolt of emotion. “It—it’s as I said. We were talking and then he just coded. He seemed to just stop breathing.”

“Had he complained of anything? Chest pain? Trouble breathing?”

She swung her head back and forth, returning her nervous gaze to her feet. “Nothing. He was just confused.” He watched her forehead crease in a frown. “More tonight than usual. It’s so strange.”

“His mental status tends to fluctuate,” Brad explained. “Did he get all of his medication?”

The nurse nodded.

“On time?” he pressed.

At that, her head shot up and her dull eyes narrowed, filling with a glassy shine. She was obviously offended by his question. He almost smiled as he saw a hint of the defiance he’d witnessed back in his patient’s room.

“Of course on time,” she snapped.

He resumed his pacing, hands clasped behind his back. He shot a quick glance at her. She was still a statue by the door, her glare tracking his progress. “He was supposed to have his beta-blocker increased to fifty milligrams. Did he get the increase in medication?”

Her shoulders squared and her narrow jaw tightened. “That increase was not supposed to occur until tomorrow morning, after he was done with the IV taper. Those were the orders,” she stated archly.

Brad gave a perfunctory nod. She was right. He didn’t know why he felt the need to test her. She’d just been through hell and didn’t deserve his wrath. He sighed and delved his fingers into his hair, absorbing the anger and hatred that radiated like dark fumes from the nurse standing in front of him. Her lips were a slash of indignation and her eyes glazed with loathing. He knew if she had the liberty, she’d toss a few choice words in his direction.

He continued to pace silently while she waited in anticipation of his next question. Truthfully, he had no more questions. She’d told him all he needed to know. He thought back to Larry Wasko’s words. Mr. Barkley was an old man. And although he’d seemed to be doing well, his heart must have failed. Brad just didn’t deal well with losing patients. He had a tremendous respect for life. His job was to preserve it and keep people healthy. It pained him to lose a patient, especially someone he was close to. It wasn’t something that happened often. The tough week and this grueling day were beating at him like heavy fists, leaving dents in his usually solid nerves of steel. He stopped and pivoted towards the nurse, feeling like a jerk for having been so hard on her.

“That will be all.”

 She hesitated, as if wanting to say something, but then turned to leave, no doubt in a hurry to escape him. Brad’s gaze landed on her arm and he frowned.

“You’re hurt. What happened?”

She turned back, her amber eyes wide with confusion, and then she followed his gaze to her forearm.

“Oh, nothing, really.”

 She started to leave again and he strode impatiently towards her. Taking her arm to get a better look, he scrutinized the line of half-moon bruises that marched across her forearm. The flesh was starting to blotch a light purplish-red, and he noticed that some of the skin was broken. He traced a finger pad over the area, registering somewhere in his subconscious the smooth texture of her delicate skin.

“This looks new. Did this happen with Mr. Barkley?”

She jerked her arm away from his grasp, seeming annoyed by the question.

“Yes, but he didn’t mean to. He was just confused.”

“It’s not like him to be combative.”

“He wasn’t combative. Like I said, he seemed more confused tonight.” He watched her eyebrows pull together as she seemed to summon a memory. “He was saying something about leaving the hospital.”

“What was he saying?”

Her pinched forehead showed her clear exasperation with him, but it was his personality to be tenacious, to question everything.

At length, she shook her head. “He said ‘they won’t let me leave here’.”

“Here…as in?”

The nurse shrugged. “I don’t really know. The hospital, I think. He said he wouldn’t be going home. He was just so confused. He was also talking about surfing and falling from his surfboard.”

Brad smiled and noticed her nervous gaze land on his mouth, but then it quickly fluttered away. “He was a big surfer when he was young.”

She nodded, her glance veering eagerly towards the door.

Brad found himself staring at her face. “What’s your name?”


“You may go, Chloe.” He sighed and nodded his chin towards her arm. “Get that looked after.”

The words hadn’t fully left his lips before she was through the door. He stood silent for a moment, staring at the spot she’d occupied then ground the heels of his hands into his eyelids. Damn! He was stressed! He vaguely wondered if he should increase the dose of his medication.

Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, he settled for a different option and dialed the familiar number to his current stress reliever.

“One hour. Be naked when I get there!” He snapped his phone shut and headed through the door.

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This was my first Lisa Eugene Novel.  Once I started reading, Surrender My Love, I did not want to put the novel down. The mystery and pull between the hero and heroine had this reader totally engaged. Even though I enjoy romance reads, medical themes are not my normal read. But I have to say that I very much enjoyed this read. Though it is the second book in Eugene’s Washington Memorial Hospital Series, it can be read as a stand-alone. Or as I read it, out of order. The first novel in the series is, Steal My Heart. After reading Surrender My Love, I look forward to making the first book in the series, including Eugene’s Strictly Business my next reads.

In reading, Surrender My Love I encountered several large words. Now, don’t let this discourage you from reading this novel. Luckily my Kindle app has a dictionary function. So all I had to do was touch the word on the screen and it would tell me what the word meant.  Learning new words is one reason I like to read books.  My motto is to , “learn something new each day.” Reading this novel, definitely helped me with this goal.

My mom was going to be a nurse in the early 50’s. However she got married instead, and back then a woman could not be married and be a nurse. She did enjoy reading books in which doctors and nurses where the main characters. So in a way, I felt like I was reliving happy memories while reading this novel. I can totally understand Chloe’s character. I watched my mom look after her own mother when she had dementia. Looking after someone you love with health issues, especially the ones Chloe’s mother and my own grandmother had takes its toll emotionally, physically, and monetarily on the caregiver. It is really heartbreaking and is something never forgotten no matter how much time passes.

All I can say is that the patients at Washington Memorial Hospital sure get good care. I thought it was interesting to read in the novel that Chloe used a flashlight at night to check on the patients. Also that the hall lights dimmed in the evening hours, and that she and Susan checked on their patients every thirty minutes. I have been in the hospital as a patient a few times. I think the hall lights stayed on constant, and the nurses came in a few times, but not every thirty minutes. I am just glad that I usually had someone stay with me when unfortunately in the hospital. As a patient, at least for me, it can be scary at times.

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4.0 Rosebud Writing Rave

Writing was spot on, big words an all. The story-line was engaging, interesting, filled with romance, mystery, and humor (thanks to Bea). Enjoyed the story from start to end. I only wish the end had not been so fast. Wishing it could have been drawn out a little longer. It was like slam, bang, HEA.  As mentioned before, I read this novel first and out of sequence. I reading about the character Nina, I was a bit curious about her husband. Now I know that her story is in, Strictly Business (Amazon). Readers are also briefly introduced to Maggie who is also a nurse at Washington Memorial. Her story is in, Steal My Heart (Amazon). One of my favorite parts of the novel was when our hero and heroine went to visit the professor at his home. Loved all his animals, sounded like my house, the talking to them and everything. However, my dogs have more creative and original names…  🙂

I am looking forward to making these novels my next reads.


4.0 Romance Rave

From the instant the hero and heroine meet there is chemistry. This chemistry only gets hotter as the story goes along. Readers, let this story be a lesson to you, don’t judge a person by their outside, but about their inside… (though being a HOT doctor is a perk!)

Do I recommend this read? YES!!!


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Gene has taken control of his pack after the devastating loss of his father, Rick the alpha. He has been preparing for this his entire life, but nothing could have prepared him for the brewing war, or the beautiful Talia.

Talia trusts no one. If she had it her way she would take her son and run far away from everyone. But, she wouldn’t get far with her psychotic family after her. Going against her better judgment, she teams up with Gene in an attempt to end her family’s tyranny.



Chapter One

Gene Harris breathed in the sticky summer air as he ran a hand through his mussed, sweaty russet colored hair. Crickets chirped in the background, and the gravel crunched beneath his feet as he made his way up to the main house. He had just checked in with the night watch for the evening, and was ready to go to bed. It seemed like the days were jam-packed, while the nights were too short. It was overwhelming. His late father made it all look so easy, but Gene was beginning to wonder if he had the makings of an alpha. Not that he could ever let his doubt show. With a war brewing, he could not afford to appear weak.

     The bright white lights of the ranch shone in his eyes as he rounded the corner of the barn. His eyes grew heavier with each step, exhausted, he was glad to be home. He froze. Soft calculated footsteps padded towards him. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around. There was no one in sight. The footsteps faltered and stilled. Gene clenched his fists, fearing that someone had snuck onto the property. Inhaling a deep breath, he tried to place their scent. There was an unusually strong aroma of pine and dirt. The disgruntled alpha suppressed the growl that was bubbling up in his throat. Whoever it was, they’d taken the pains to deliberately mask their scent. Rocks skidded behind him as the intruder tried to backtrack. Turning on his heel, he sprung toward the side of the out-building-gripping the intruder’s arm tightly-and shoved them against the wood siding of the barn.

He growled, his eyes widening and dilating as they took on a golden hue. Anger surging through him, he took in the person who had been sneaking around.

Fierce chestnut eyes met his as the slender form struggled against his grip. Her long coffee colored hair fell into her eyes as she fought to free herself. Recognizing the terrified woman, Gene released his grip and took a small step back. The alpha closed his eyes, shifting them back to their normal chocolate color, in hopes that this would make him seem less threatening.

     “I didn’t realize you were out,” Gene said, appraising Natalia. “Why are you sneaking around out here?”

     Her fist flew out of nowhere striking him across the jaw. Gene blinked as pain exploded in his mouth. His hand flying to his cheek as he tried to work the pain away by opening and closing his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, realizing the irony of his words as he said them. Still, it hadn’t been his intent to alarm her.

     “Do not touch me,” she hissed venomously, shrinking back against the red planks. Chestnut eyes became slits as she clenched her fists—probably so she could strike out again, if needed. Fear rolled off of her in waves, surrounding him with the putrid stench of soured milk.

     “I didn’t realize anyone else was out here. Is everything okay?” Gene questioned, taking another step back. He raised his hands in the air, keeping them where she could see them. To his knowledge, Natalia rarely ventured out of her bedroom. He didn’t want to be the reason that trend continued.

     “I am fine,” Natalia snapped. She edged her way along the building, her eyes watching him the whole way.

     “Let me escort you back in,” Gene offered, maneuvering himself so he was in front of her.

     “I do not need your help,” Natalia snarled as she recoiled away from him.

     “It’s late, you shouldn’t be out here alone,” Gene commented, looking up at the star covered sky. He could not help but wonder where she had been, and why she’d needed to sneak around. “We’re on high alert. You could have been hurt, wandering around out here like that.”

Although Natalia had been living under his roof for over a month now, Gene could count the number of times he’d seen her on one hand. Perhaps it was time he learn more about the elusive she-wolf. “You know you can come and go as you please. There is no need to sneak around out here. You should tell someone where you’re going so this doesn’t happen again. You should also consider getting an escort. And you absolutely should not be masking your scent. I thought you were an intruder. A war is on the horizon.”“I just want to be left alone so I can change in peace,” she fumed.“And I’m just trying to protect everyone in my pack,” Gene stated.

Instead of responding, Natalia shot him a lethal glare. Her lip curled in anger, and her brown eyes turned yellow. He could not be sure if she was angry, or if she still felt threatened. With a low growl, she pushed past him and darted the rest of the way to the main house. Yanking the door nearly off its hinges, she dashed inside, thudding up the wooden steps to her bedroom.

Gene shook his head and sighed. The beautiful brown-haired woman was a mystery to him. He knew that Natalia often spoke to Lark, his cousin’s girlfriend, but the blonde human refused to spill any details. He wished there were something more he could do to help the young she-wolf feel more at home at the ranch. Gene had thought about pushing Natalia to open up to him, but not knowing the full extent of the abuse she’d received from Juarez and Emmett McKinley, gave him pause. Instead, he had opted to let her come out of her own shell.

Shaking his worries away, he entered the house and sought out his own bed. He was far too tired to contemplate things tonight.


Natalia shut the white oak door behind her, leaning back against it as she panted heavily. Lark, who had been watching after her son, Adrian, stood up from the bed with a worried look on her face. Natalia’s heart beat wildly in her chest as she tried to regain her composure. Closing her eyes to gather her thoughts, she forced even breaths in and out of her nose. When she opened them again, she turned to the bassinet, checking to see if her son was still asleep.

“Is everything okay?” Lark asked, taking a step toward the she-wolf. Natalia nodded and forced a smile as she trailed a gentle finger down the blanket her son was swaddled in. He looked so peaceful.

“Yes,” Natalia said.

“He hasn’t made a peep,” Lark assured her. “Did you have a good run?”

“I feel better now, thank you,” Natalia mumbled, willing her terrified nerves to relax.

A cold chill zipped down her spine and she tensed, clasping her hands tightly to keep the shaking at bay. She shouldn’t wait so long to transition anymore; it wasn’t good for her health.

“What happened?” Lark asked, frowning.

“The alpha…he heard me coming back and…” Natalia paused to look at Lark, whose blue eyes widened as she waited for the she-wolf to continue. “Anyway, he startled me and I…I punched him.”

“You punched Gene?” Lark asked slowly as a small smile slid across her face.

“I suppose it was instinct,” Natalia mumbled, her face reddening as guilt consumed her. She had acted impulsively; her nerves had already been frayed from the rough transition. The alpha had done nothing to her as of yet, and, for that, she was more than grateful.

“Do you think he will be angry?”

Lark shook her head. “No. Gene was never one to hold a grudge. But you should talk to him. He is a good guy, and I’m sure you’d like to be a productive member of the ranch.”

Natalia sighed and nodded. What she really wanted was to leave this place—to find a place where she could live safely with Adrian. But she doubted that such a place existed.

“I will think on it. I am sure that, if Gene is back, Devon must be waiting for you at his home.” Forcing a tight-lipped smile, Natalia squeezed her hands tighter, hoping to keep her trembling hands out of sight.

Lark grinned and tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. “I should probably get going. I’ll stop by tomorrow, though.”

“I will see you then,” Natalia said as Lark left, softly clicking the door shut behind her.

Natalia walked to the door, flipping the lock. It wouldn’t keep anyone out if they truly wanted in, but at least she would wake up if the lock were broken. She flopped down on the bed with a sigh, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around her torso. Natalia’s body tensed, and she cringed as a numbing pain jolted through her limbs.

Breathing deeply, she focused on Larks words, hoping they’d pull her out of her episode. Lark was right; she would have to venture out of this room eventually. If the alpha was giving her freedom, she should learn as much as she could about the pack and their mannerisms. She’d spent too much time locked up as a prisoner before arriving at the ranch. Now, she was no longer a prisoner, but she had no way of knowing how long that would last. Better to gather information for an escape now, than to wait for the alpha to act later.

The spasms finally slowed as sleep gnawed at the back of her mind. Burrowing into the pillows, she pictured the ocean—home.


Gene let out a long breath and relaxed back into his leather chair. After his run-in with Natalia last night, he’d been too wired to sleep. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he was paying for it today. The day seemed to be moving in slow motion.

He’d finally finished all of his pack business for the day, and now he needed to move on to paperwork for the ranch. Turning to his computer, he typed in his password. Just as he was about to pull up his files, he was interrupted by the shrill ringing of the phone.He cleared his throat. “Hello?”

Gene was greeted by an all-too-cheerful voice on the other end. “Gene Harris, it’s Fernando Juarez.”Gene tensed, grasping the phone tighter. It had been a month since he’d heard from the dangerous alpha of the Gulf packs. Not wanting the other alpha to know he was startled, he responded, “I was beginning to wonder when we would hear from you again.”

 Fernando chuckled into the phone. “My apologies, son. I’ve been quite busy with other affairs. I did call to inquire about my granddaughter, Natalia, and my great grandson or granddaughter.”

Granddaughter? Gene hadn’t realized Natalia was related to Fernando. “They are fine,” he replied, keeping his voice calm and even. The phone, however, crackled under his grip as he tightened his hold.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I just wanted to extend an offer to her; she is more than welcome to come home anytime she pleases. We miss her here. Family belongs with family, don’t you agree?” Fernando inquired. His voice was light, but Gene could hear the underlying threat.

“The decision is hers. If she chooses to return to your home, I would never stop her,” Gene said honestly. From what he’d seen of Natalia, however, he highly doubted she would want to return home. Still, uncertainty crept through him. There wasn’t much he knew about her, and he realized that it was high time he got to know the woman taking refuge at his ranch. Natalia had come with them willingly when they had rescued Lark and Emily from the McKinley homestead a few weeks ago. Gene had left her alone until now, knowing that she was a new mother and already frightened. This was not, however, a viable option any longer. One way or another, she was going to become a productive member of his pack.

“Of course it is,” Fernando replied, laughing heartily. “Just send her my best wishes, will you?”

“I’ll let her know. Was there another reason for your call?” Gene asked.

“Actually, I was planning a trip to Louisiana in a few weeks. Perhaps I will stop by to meet with you. I like to know who my neighbors are.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call us neighbors. New Mexico is several hundred miles from Abilene,” Gene said, an edge creeping into his voice.

“I’ll let you think on it. After all, my granddaughter is living in your home. I will be in touch to work out the details,” Fernando said unfazed.

Gene opened his mouth to respond when the line clicked and went dead. With a low growl, he hung up the phone. It seemed their reprieve from the Gulf packs was up. Taking his cell phone out, he pounded in his cousin Devon’s number. In order to decide on the best course of action, he would need to collaborate with the other alpha.

He had just started to dial the number when he heard a knock on his office door. The knob jiggled and turned as Devon entered. “I was just getting ready to call you,” Gene said, sitting back in his chair.

“I came over with Lark. She’s upstairs with Natalia,” Devon said as he sank into the leather chair opposite Gene. “The two of them have really hit it off.”

Devon’s hazel eyes flashed gold for a moment before returning to normal. “What did he want?”

“He offered Natalia the opportunity to come home, and wants to come here to meet with me.”

“Didn’t we do this with him already?” Devon asked, referring to a similar conversation they’d had a month ago.

“I think he’s serious this time, Dev,” Gene said. “We knew he wasn’t going to just let things go. For whatever reason, he’s decided that he wants to pursue us again.”

“Then we should send Preston and Vincent out to speak with other packs sooner rather than later,” Devon surmised.

Gene nodded in agreement. “If we’re going to stand any chance, we need more manpower. Juarez mentioned that he was heading to Louisiana.”

“You think he’s doing the same thing?”

“I certainly wouldn’t put it past him,” Gene said, running a hand over the stubble that adorned his jaw. “I think he wants as many wolves under his control as he can possibly get. We need to plead our case to the packs we think will be most sympathetic to our case. The way I figure it, there are three kinds of packs. There are those that believe in his barbaric, old school ways of owning women and forcing them to mate. There are those that will bow down out of fear. And there are those like us, who aren’t afraid to stand up for what is right.”

“We have three fertile women here, four if you include Em. They will be an allure to the men. We want to make sure that we attract the right kind of wolves here,” Devon said quietly.

“Agreed,” Gene acknowledged. “The last thing we need is for men coming, thinking they are going to find a mate here, or force one of their hands. Maddie and Amelia, I’m not worried about so much; your mother watches after them like a hawk. Emily and Marcus are mated, which should be a strong deterrent. It’s Natalia…” Gene trailed off. He swallowed. The need to protect her overwhelmed him. He wanted to shelter her—keep her safe—soothe away her fears.

“I think she can fend for herself,” Devon chuckled. “Lark mentioned the two of you had a run-in last night.”

Gene’s hand instinctively drifted to the corner of his jaw. There had been a well-defined bruise last night. Thanks to his accelerated healing, the blemish was barely noticeable today. “She can. If she is ever going to feel at home here, we need to use caution. She reacted out of fear when I approached her last night. I imagine she keeps herself locked up in that room because she is afraid of us.” He paused, replaying Juarez’s words in his head. “Did you know she is Juarez’s granddaughter?”

“No.” Devon frowned as he leaned forward. “That’s an interesting development, unless you think he is lying?”

“I don’t see why he would lie about that,” Gene said, running a hand through his hair. “I need to know what Natalia knows. If anything she could be a good ally.”

“We both know you’re more of a people person than I am,” Devon smirked.

Gene laughed, knowing the truth behind the statement. “Perhaps I’ll go up now.”


“You and Adrian should come down for dinner tonight. Sunday dinners are always the best,” Lark said as she tickled Adrian’s belly.

Natalia smiled at the sound of her son’s cooing. “I don’t think so.”

“If you’re worried about Gene-”

“It’s not that,” Natalia said cutting Lark off. “I do not trust Daniel or Claire.” Or anyone! She thought to herself. If she could run away, she would. She’d come to the awful realization that there was nowhere for her to go. This pack seemed nicer, but she was still a prisoner.

“Sarah, Emily, and I are going shopping next weekend. Fall is almost here, and Sarah wants to get some new clothes before she goes to college. You and Adrian could come with us,” Lark said, glancing up to meet Natalia’s gaze.

“I don’t know,” Natalia hesitated. She would like to get out and resume a normal life. “You’re going by yourselves?”

“Devon and Marcus will probably be there-maybe Preston-but I doubt they’ll be hovering. After the kidnappings, Devon and Gene aren’t taking any chances with anyone. They’ll probably stay far away from us while we shop, but with everything that is going on, it isn’t safe for us to just go out,” Lark rambled, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I will think about it,” Natalia said with a sigh. She hadn’t been shopping in close to a year now. It would be nice to get out. To have clothes of her own to wear again.

“Nobody here is going to hurt you, Talia,” Lark reminded her. “If you want to talk about what happened…”

“I don’t,” Natalia snapped. Shivers zipped down her spine as her mother’s dead, haunted eyes flashed in her mind.

Lark opened her mouth to respond, but quickly closed it when someone knocked loudly on the door. Natalia gripped the green bed sheets in her hand as Lark set Adrian down in the bassinet.

“Who is it?” Lark asked, making her way to the door and resting her hand on the knob.

“It’s Gene. I need to speak with Natalia,” the alpha’s voice called from the other side.

Natalia tensed as the door creaked open, gritting her teeth as the alpha glanced at her.

“Hey Lark,” Gene greeted with a warm smile before turning his intent brown eyes on Natalia. “Do you mind helping Claire out in the kitchen? I need to have a few words with Natalia.”

“Oh, um, sure,” Lark said, glancing between the two of them.

“Thanks,” Gene said, opening the door wider so Lark could exit.

Natalia swallowed as Lark gave her one last look before exiting the room. Fear gripped her as the cream-colored walls seemed to close in on her. She could only imagine what he was going to force her to do. She’d been waiting for him to make demands. It appeared today was the day.


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Into the Unknown, is the second book in Indie Author, Bethany Shaw’s Werewolf Wars, a Paranormal Romance series. Into the Unknown, tells Gene and Natalia’s story. The flow of the novel follows exactly with the ending of Book 1, Out of the Shadows. The novels could be read as a stand-alone, however I would recommend them to be read in order. In this way, the reader will have a better understanding of the actions, danger, and how the relationships and characters connect to the novels.

Book 2 provides the reader a glimpse of what being an alpha is all about. Gene and Devon are now working together. Each supporting one another in the alpha role of their packs. Lark and Devon  from Book 1 feature quite heavily throughout Book 2. Other characters met in Book 1 such as Marcus and Claire take more minor roles in this newest novel.

Natalia has had a very rough life. Having the knowledge of who her father was, what her brothers were, weighs like lead in her heart. Especially in how she and her mother were eventually found and what occurred when she was taken back to Juarez’s pack. Due to her feelings toward these people, she has a hard time trusting Gene and those around him. Natalia in the beginning of the novel only feels safe with Lark. But you will have to read to find out why, and to see if by the end of the novel she trusts anyone else.

Shaw takes the reader on a true reading adventure. The pages of  this novel are filled with good times as well a bad. Juarez has his mind set of getting Natalia and her son back into his pack. He will use any way possible to achieve this.  His claws and power reach far and wide. No where is safe from his treachery.

Natalia’s main concern is her son. She only wants him to be safe. Adrian is her life, her reason for living, for breathing, her strength, and her weakness. She refuses to let him grow up as a member of Juarez’s pack. Natalia has walls built up around her heart. Can Gene break through them? Is Natalia successful in keeping Adrian out of the pack threatening war? To find the answers to these questions and to read about this strong female, who is an alpha in her own right, read , Into the Unknown by Bethany Shaw. Lose yourself in the adventure of survival. There is danger lurking around every corner. Yet, there is also a tug of war in the adventure of love happening in this novel. Will Natalia learn to trust Gene enough to work with him on fighting against Juarez? Can Gene show Natalia a different side of being a wolf shifter, one that is not evil or cruel, but respects women and their wolf traditions?

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5-Rosebud Writing Rave

Plot is thick with mystery, thrills, and romance. Background on characters is solid. Writing overall is flawless. If there was a grammar issue I did not see it. Shaw leaves readers wanting more, more, more of the story…

2.5 rating

2.5-Tear Rave

Will Gene and Natalia work out their issues? All these fights between the packs takes its toll on life and love. Emotions run high and deep in the hearts and minds of these characters.


4.0-Romance Rave

Gene and Natalia feel a pull to one another. When they decide to explore these feelings, the pages heat up.

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Four years ago, Kate Parker was Katy Warren. Wife to Hollywood’s newest star, Liam Warren, she thought her marriage would stay the same when she and her new husband moved to L.A., but she was wrong.
One night after a particularly crazy party, she threatened to leave if Liam could no longer be the man she married. Unfortunately, he didn’t believe her until she was gone. Katy left Liam and Hollywood behind, disappearing without a trace, but couldn’t bring herself to ever officially end their marriage.
Now, Katy is just Kate. She’s living in college dorms with her best friend Krista, working towards a psychology degree. As far as she’s concerned, Liam is out of sight and out of mind.
That is, until he shows up on campus while he’s in town filming his latest movie.
Sparks fly, both good and bad, and Katy has to decide if she can handle Liam and his world again… and more importantly, if she can trust him with her heart again.

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Disconnected is Book 2


Another fast-paced love story from author Bethany Daniel! This is the retelling
of Reconnected from Liam’s POV.

Four years ago, Liam Warren was on top
of the world. He was a newlywed, he was discovered by Excite Entertainment, and
he finally got to leave the small Nevada town where he grew up with his wife,
Katy. But when they moved to L.A., Liam got too caught up in the Hollywood life.
Parties, drinking, and girls clouded his mind. His marriage was no longer his
priority, and he pushed Katy away.

One night, Katy came home to find
their mansion filled with half-clothed women and Hollywood’s partying elite. She
told Liam she would leave if things didn’t get better, but he was so wrapped up
in his new life that he didn’t believe her… at least, not until she was gone,
and all he had left of her was a note that tore him apart.

But, although
she disappeared, Katy never officially divorced him. And when a movie brings him
to Georgia, a tour of a local college campus unexpectedly brings him face to
face with his wife again.

Four years apart has changed a lot of things
for the both of them, but when it comes down to it, their connection is still
there. Liam sets out to show Katy that their love is worth fighting for, hoping
he can regain her trust and prove to her that he has no intention of ever
letting her go again.

Disconnected can be read as a stand-alone, but
reading both Connected novels offers fans a deeper understanding of the
characters in the series.


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Disconnected Teaser 3 Disconnected Teaser 6 chapter 1

Book 3 – Interconnected Hearts

is in the works

look for it to be released in 2014


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Author Information

Bethany Daniels

Bethany Daniel lives in Texas with her husband and 2 boys. She enjoys reading, photography and of course, writing. When she’s not doing that she spends a lot of time chasing her 3 and 4 year old!





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