Skye Jordan’s second Renegades installment lets the reader focus on Rubi and Wes, two people who, from the outset seem too different to make something more than Rubi’s typical one-night stand policy last.
What I liked about Rebl was the depth of really getting to know who Rubi is under the revealing clothes, sexuality oozing out of her pours and super model beauty. Skye Jordan allows us to see/experience Rubi’s vulnerabilities, insecurities, and fears. In Reckless, the first Renegades story, where we are first introduced to the sexy vixen, but it’s in Rebel where we really get to know this amazingly complex character and what drew me into the story from page one and kept me hooked to the very end.
It was all over the news. The President of the United States had just been assassinated during a speech held at a charity benefit. No on had heard a shot. One moment the president had been talking and the next he seemed to freeze as a fine red mist appeared behind his head. Many claimed he was dead before his body even began to fall backward. From what was being reported, it all happened so fast and the Secret Service Agents standing only feet away had barely had time to react.
“This just in,” the voice of yet another report came through the car speakers. “Several eye witnesses have come forward claiming to have seen a figure in a light gray hooded sweatshirt leaving a building right after the shooting. This person has been described as male, six feet tall and carrying a black duffel bag heading toward Central Park.”
She switched off the radio while swerving around a slow moving bus and slammed on the brakes at the curb. Jumping out of the car, Lacey raced up the front steps of the brownstone, fumbling with her keys in her haste.
Want more? I am intrigued with where this can go and will be revisiting and finishing, so check back to see what happens!!
When I began writing I didn’t say “I’m going to write in Romantic Suspense,” because when I started writing down my stories I was in middle school and hadn’t even heard of the sub genre of Romantic Suspense in the seventh grade! What I did know was that I liked to create characters and then put them into situations where they were faced with some kind of external conflict they had to work through. I didn’t learn about Romantic Suspense until I began reading Beverly Barton books and saw that they were even designated as Romantic Suspense. Sure, I like romance – to a point. For the most part – and feel free to disagree with me on this – I feel that straight romance is too fluffy and boring. I need a good meaty story, with character development, suspense, action, external as well as internal conflicts to make the romance not seem so boring to me.
So when I sat down to write my first real story I gravitated to Romantic Suspense as a comfort zone genre for me. And after writing two books in the genre and working on my third to finish off the trilogy, I’ve decided that I am going to take a stab at hopping into another genre. And why not? I don’t want to be an author known for writing in just one genre or sub genre. As an avid reader, I don’t just read in one genre or sub genre, but in a variety of genres. With that, I’ve fallen in love with the Cozy Mystery (and will be giving this sub genre its own blog post in the near future). I first stumbled onto this sub genre without knowing until recently what it was with the Psychic Eye Mysteries by Victoria Laurie and the Cupcake Bakery Mysteries with Jenn McKinlay – both series I adore and have read (and listened to on Audible) every single one. With that in mind, I have decided that my next writing project is going to take me into the Cozy Mystery. Why? It takes me out of my comfort zone of writing. Sure, character development and world building won’t be the problem. It’s the “mystery”, “who-dun-it” portion that already has be anxious – and that’s what I want.
You might be asking at this point: why would I want something about writing to make me anxious? Maybe it’s not the anxiety I’m seeking, but the challenge of trying something new. Of not sticking to what’s easy all the time. I am looking forward to writing in a genre I’ve read a lot of but have never written in before. It’ll be a new experience and it will most likely take my writing to new places – and what writer doesn’t want that?
This beautiful creature, surrounded by candlelight and the precious volumes he had collected over the years, now hidden in the shadows, walked slowly around the room, slipping in and out of the shadows, as if she herself were a ghost moving between this plain and the next. And all he could do was stand there and watch her. His mouth dray, his eyes unblinking, and his heart accelerating the closer she came to him.
It took all that he was not to reach out, grab her, and pull her to the carpet and take her as he wanted. But instead, he pulled in a breath as she slid past him, her body barely touching his. Turning to keep his eyes on her, and appreciating the back of her dress as much as the front, Luis watched as Ava closed the double doors and turned the lock. She then turned back to him and leaned against the doors.
Those eyes. He was undone just looking into those eyes. Moving closer, as if in a dream, Luis slowly reached out and gently traced his fingers down her cheek, reveling in her silky smooth skin. Stepping yet closer, Luis lowered his head to hers, the need to taste her overpowering all of his senses.
For Sale: Wedding Ring.
A symbol of unity, love, forever. A symbol of contentedness, of being with another human on a level that went deeper than on a familial level. Giving a wedding ring to the person you planned on spending the rest of your life with was your message to that person: I love you. I cherish you. I love and accept you body and soul, imperfections, faults, quirks and everything in between.
He turned the delicate silver band over and over in his fingers, feelings the slight etching as his pinkie finger slid along the inside. Not needing to read the words engraved there to remember what they said: “Our two hearts are one.”
Gently, he placed the ring in a small satin lined box, nestling it on a pillow. He slowly closed the lid, the small snap of finality echoing around him. Letting her go had been the hardest thing for him, but he knew it would have been selfish of him to hold on, to beg her to hold on. Keep this ring felt like the same thing, begging her to hold on, refusing to let her go. She would hate that. She would want someone else to be able to enjoy what she couldn’t. It had not been easy, but he had finally found someone he thought would be worthy of what he had wanted her to have. And now he was sending it on it its way. And maybe she would have been right. Somehow, there was finally a lightness in him as he slid the box into the mailing box, securing it with packaging tape. He would never forget her. . .but he didn’t need physical objects to remember her smile, the way it lit up her blue eyes and brought a light blush to her high cheekbones. He didn’t need a physical object to know and feel she loved him as he loved her. None of that would ever leave him. What he needed he would always have with him, he knew as he picked up the box and put it by the door, ready to take with him to the post office the next morning. That was all that mattered.
Jessica and Angelina facing off:
“What you should be worried about is watching your back; you wouldn’t want to end up being stabbed, now would you?” Jessica raised an eyebrow at Angelina and smiled innocently as if she was talking about the weather.
Angelina shifted to move in front of Jessica. “I wouldn’t go around tossing out threats, sweetie. They can be bad for your health.”
“Don’t make me laugh, Angelina. You don’t scare me. Don’t forget, the last person to threaten me ended up dead.”
“And here I thought coming back to town was going to be boring,” Angelina commented.
It was gone. All of it. Everything he had spent his entire adult life building. Everything his father had built before him. Gone. What little he had wasn’t enough. And it was all because of her. He had known she would be nothing but trouble and he had been right. No one had wanted to listen to him before. No one wanted to hear the truth. But he knew. The moment she had arrived in town she had brought nothing but destruction to his life. And now here he was, the power he had once had ripped away from him. It brought him no solace that she was dead…her death didn’t change anything.
Exiled from the town he had called home for over a decade. Banned from seeing his children, his parental rights taken from him, Johnny DeLuca had had no choice but to grasp at the one straw he still had – a deal made with the Angel of Death in exchange for information. With nothing left, Johnny had cashed in on the deal, making sure he was protected. Angelina’s father had come through for him, providing him the protection and funds he needed to keep his head above water for now.
In my first post: What Are You Passionate About? Part I “The Thing That Pulls You”, I referred to a great article I had read, which you can find here about finding your passion. The article presented eight questions to think about and in part I of this post, I responded to the first question. In this post, I am going to address the next concept presented in the article that deals with the question: “What am I doing when I feel most beautiful?”
In today’s society, beauty relies so much on the external, physicality of a person. What I feel this article is actually asking is what are you doing that makes you feel beautiful on the inside? For me, feeling beautiful on the inside is about doing what makes me happy, what brings me peace, what allows me to put some part of me into it. What makes me feel beautiful is my writing, is being creative. Telling stories, building worlds, working with characters I have cultivated and nurtured is what makes me feel beautiful. Reading makes me feel beautiful. Reading, for me, has always been a way to escape, to be someone else. When I am feeling sad, frustrated, stressed, when I am feeling ugly inside and out, turning to reading and writing helps me to regain that sense of who I am and always makes me feel beautiful.
So now I am turning the question back on to you, readers. What are you doing when you feel most beautiful? Respond in the comments below. I’d love to hear what makes you feel beautiful.
Shatter (which I received a free copy of from the publisher in exchange for this review) is the 4th installment in Joan Swan’s Phoenix Rising series and, in my opinion, the hottest installment to boot!! I fell in love with the series from book one (Fever) and haven’t been able to put them down since! I was so happy when this new book featured Mitch – the sexy lawyer with the quick wit, endless charm and sex appeal. Ever since we was introduced in the earlier books and even though he usually hung around in the background providing comedic relief and some crafty ways to get everyone out of trouble with his many “connections” I’ve always liked him and knew there was so much more to his story. Joan Swan did an amazing job of bringing Mitch’s story to the forefront, of letting the reader get a chance to really get to know Mitch on such a deep level, so learn what makes him tick. Joan Swan showed us that there is so much more to Mitch than the playboy he shows on the surface. Want to know what that is? Good. Because then you’re going to have to grab a copy of your own…and believe me, you won’t be sorry!!!
When I was younger and someone asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my answer was: a teacher. There was no hesitation. I didn’t have to think about it. I always knew that’s what I was doing to do. I love school. I love learning. I loved reading. But was it my passion? For many years I thought it was. My entire educational focus in high school and college was geared on becoming a teacher. In the early years of my being a teacher much of my free time was spent on preparation of lessons and activities. I continued onto obtaining my Masters degree focusing on Literacy Skills.
Can your passions change? Or has my passion never really been fully realized?
I came across an article title “Find Your Passion With These 8 Thought-Provoking Questions” by Warren Berger. I have read the article a couple of time since coming across it and I agree with the title – the questions really do make you sit back and think. Now, I am not going to respond to each question in this one post – I wouldn’t dare subject you to that! Instead, I am going to reflect on the first question posed: What is your tennis ball? (Not sure what I mean? Check out the article! Just click on the article’s title above and it’ll link you right to it!). In other words, what is the thing that pulls you?
What pulls me? If you haven’t guessed by the visual at the beginning of this post, it’s being creative. It’s telling stories. It’s building worlds and populating them with characters and allowing them to tell their stories. Growing up, I loved coming up with stories that I them acted out with my Barbies. When I would get together with my younger cousins I would always come up with some kind of scenario/story for us to play out. As I got older, those stories moved from my Barbies to notebooks and I became to really write, to realize that I could write those stories down and there might be people out there that might want to read them – although it wasn’t until college that I really let other people read my writing. My passion is stories. My passion is storytelling. My passion is the stories I read and talk about. My passion is my writing. And whether I share them with the world or not doesn’t make me more or less passionate about it.
So what pulls you? What is the one thing you find yourself doing?
In the next installment of this series – What Are You Passionate About? I will answer the question – What am I doing when I feel most beautiful?