Review of The Rise of a King (Fallen Angel, Immortal Romance #2) by Azriel Hope

“We will prove love never fails” 


Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Horror

Length279 Pages

POV: Alternating First Person


The second book in the Fallen Angel, Immortal Romance Series takes us from the Arcades and the kingdom of dark angels to The Cirque, a fairy realm where Farrow’s brother Prince Drayden rules. Born half fairy and half-fallen angel, Drayden possesses both goodness and evil.

After being told by the Gods of Estancia that Farrow can’t keep Rayelynn in the Arcades, he risks losing the only being he has ever loved to keep her safe. By leaving Rayelynn in the Cirque with Drayden, Farrow fears she will be enticed by the fairy life she deserves and the brother who has already professed his desire to claim her for himself.

Drayden is a gracious host to the sweet and powerful fairy-mortal halfling who is carrying his brother’s children…but will risk his very soul to have her.

As Farrow becomes king of the Arcades, he works to prove to the gods he’s worthy of Rayelynn’s goodness and love, while Drayden falls deeper into a darkness that will destroy them all.

The Rise of a King is the second book in a trilogy. It has some dark themes and sexual situations that involve many polyamorous characters…who are immortal, slightly wicked, loving and oh so much fun. I recommend reading The Fall of Arcades before this book.

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

This book picks up right where The Fall of Arcades ended. Farrow leaves Rayelynn where he thinks she will be the most safe, with his half brother Drayden. It’s a definite mistake, but his options are not exactly vast.

Drayden has his own skeletons and they do not stay in the closet. He has two lovers he does not want to choose between and then there is the beautiful Rayelynn who is carrying his half brother’s children, and he wants her for himself. He thinks he can eventually gain her trust by giving her what she wants and needs, but his treacherous mother forces his hand. In the end, he cares greatly for her, but is forced to betray her and himself.

“I know. I hate me too.”

Anastasia is trying to adapt her brother’s new take on life. She may even be enjoying it. With the Arcades adapting to Fallon as their new king her mercy for the slaves is what is saving them. Her heart is growing fond of those around her and it’s turning her into a much better leader.

Farrow has been doing everything he can to turn the Arcades into something it has never been. He wants his people to know love, to know rules instead of chaos, and he will rule with an iron fist even if it kills most of his people. And he will do it all so that his love can rule beside him one day.

“I have, within the bounds of my ability, the capacity to love.”

Rayelynn knows that being in the castle with Drayden is the equivalent of being in a gilded cage, but she will still do whatever she can to care for those around her. It’s who she is. And it’s why everyone wants her. Even if all she wants to do is go home to Fallon with her children. Never did she think Drayden would betray her in the ways he did and never did she think Fallon could break her heart. Thank goodness that that voice of hers.

“Perhaps you can do nothing for her body… but I expect you might help her soul.”

The Rise of a King is a whirlwind of mischief. The fairies, the elves, they’re all selfish beings who cannot see a bigger picture outside of their own bubble encased worlds. You think things are going well and then bam someone throws everything for a loop. No one can be trusted and yet as I was reading and knew this I still felt myself liking characters I knew I shouldn’t. That in itself protests to the writing.

I cannot wait to read The Reign of a Queen to find out exactly how this story plays out.

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon purchase page.

Excerpt – when you go to a wishing tree you never know what will happen…:

I gathered Rayelynn into my arms. “It was all an illusion. Trust me, I watched you. You and I are the only ones in the forest. Your hand satisfied your love-starved body.” I caressed the side of her dress. “I could pacify that ache for you. Farrow would never have to know.” She abruptly pushed me off.

“How dare you!” Her anger was cute.

“How dare I not? I’m certainly more satisfactory than this,” I laughed as I gently took her hand and tangled her fingers in my own.

“Please don’t embarrass me.” She dropped her head.

“I’m sorry she didn’t give you what you wanted.” I pulled her into an embrace. “You deserve love, Rayelynn.” My hand stroked down her back, comforting. “I was only teasing. It’s better than outright anger or seduction … I’m trying.”

“I have no one,” she quietly said.

“You have me,” I whispered as I drew her in close.

“I wish I trusted you,” she said softly to herself.

“No,” I caressed my finger over her sweet lips. “You wish you trusted you.”

Before she was able to stop me, my mouth claimed those delicious lips as my tongue gently begged entrance. Beyond her better judgment, she let me in, if only for a second. It was enough. My heart swelled with my sex, and I held her to me until she gently pulled away.

“I … I … I,” she stammered, and my head spun.

“I’m the devil.” I kissed her flushed cheek and adjusted the painful erection tightening against my pants.

I smoothed her hair from her face and marveled at her beauty.

“You need a friend someone who understands you.” I took her hand to my mouth and planted another soft kiss there. “So do I.”

I stared at her for a long time, just drinking in her gorgeous eyes.

“Do you understand me?” Her voice was tiny and distant.

My finger trailed the softness of her skin as it coursed down her cheek. “I’m the one with two lovers, I can’t choose between,” I laughed.

“That’s not what I mean.” Panic struck her features.

“It’s exactly what you mean.” My voice was kind and caring as I leaned in to kiss her again.

This time she let me in and succumbed to me. My body trembled with desire as she so innocently gave herself over. Before the tree of life, we kissed each other with true love. Was it everlasting love? No. It was only momentary, but enough for us, by Cirquadian law, to be wed.

With that, I lifted her into my arms and we flew back to the Cirque.



**Cover Reveal** Savior by Eden Summers

I was stolen. Hidden.
Trapped in a hell beyond salvation.

Until him. Luca.
The man who changed everything with his soothing words and vows of protection.

I shouldn’t trust him.
What he promises is something I gave up on long ago.
And yet here I am, falling under the spell of a reality I crave.

I want him to save me. I need it.
But I also learned long ago that the most ruthless men can hide behind pretty words and prettier faces.

*Clicking on the above cover will bring you to the Amazon pre-order page. Scheduled to be released April 23, 2020.

Review of The Fall of Arcades (Fallen Angel, Immortal Romance #1) by Azriel Hope

“You’re a treasure I don’t deserve.” 


Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, Horror

Length: 248 Pages

POV: Alternating First Person


Farrow Latimer, Prince of the Arcades:

I am the prince of darkness, the executioner and fallen angel royalty who is forbidden, love. No matter how many men or women I take to my bed none capture my heart.

As the Arcades teem with lust, debauchery, and destruction, I neither relish nor abhor my role as the most brutal of all and then I catch her….the small fairy halfling who seizes my world.

Rayelynn Astraides, first daughter of the Commander of Landharn’s West Shore:

The fallen angels litter the skies coming to claim us as I run from the monstrous man my father is to make me marry for failing battle school. Fallen angels are all about us and in my fear I tuck myself away.

There, beside the tree where I hide, he stands, tall, majestic, handsome… and deadly. He lets me run. I return to the battlefield to heal our wounded as I am a gifted healer. The dark angel comes again but this time to take me as his prisoner.

My world changes and I see such horror and sadness, but none greater than that which lies within the fallen prince who is disallowed love yet risks all for it.

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

Farrow is the executioner in the Arcades. He is also the prince and lives under his father’s domineering and archaic rule. His half fallen angel side does what he is expected to do, whether it be torturing someone or cutting off their head. His half mortal side hates every second and he prays his father never notices the disgust he chokes down.

“I can’t change who I am, love. But I can try and alter the world for you.”

Rayelynn was raised by a father who despised her and brothers who tormented her, but she was strong and did not define herself by their hateful torment. She instead, took what little enjoyment she could in healing the people around her who needed it.

Everything changed they day she ran away and he captured her. Farrow’s heart is drawn to her, no matter how much he wished it wasn’t. An Rayelynn is scared of everything in the Arcades, even Farrow, but the more time they spend together the more she realizes you cannot control who you love.

“Being in the Arcades was hell to most, but I would make it a haven for her.”

The Fall of Arcades is filled with detailed horrors, overloads of sexual tension, and a very imaginative storyline. The characters are written so well you can almost feel their emotion, and in a place that is basically a hell for the Fallen there is definitely many warring emotions.

This book does end on a happy note, but by no means did it feel like an ending. More like a beginning with much more to come. I look forward to seeing what the next book has in store for Rayelynn and Fallon. Will their love conquer all? Guess I’ll have to keep reading to find out.

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon purchase page.


“Can I not wash myself?” I squealed, softly.

“No,” he smiled, “you cannot. Now sit.” He directed me to sit on a shelf carved into the rocks. “You like this more than you’re willing to admit, Rayelynn.” There was almost a reverence to the way he said my name.

I obeyed him because I was being suffocated by the intense unfamiliar feelings in my body’s most sacred places. My sex throbbed. If only he was as kind and gentle as he pretended, I would have submitted to him … and would have willing loved him, I think. I laughed inwardly, I was no better than the wanton girls at home. I knew nothing of him but that he was a vicious killer as were all of his kind. I had to admit, despite my prejudice, there was a greatness in the Prince of Arcades and a deep understanding nature that belied a tender heart. If only he was who he pretended to be.

He slowly spread my legs and began to soap my knees.

“Please,” I begged, nearly frantic.

He lathered soap along the knobs of my joints with an excruciating deliberateness, moving slowly to my shins, then feet, giving extra attention to the hard, calloused skin around my heels. I thrust my hand forward to stop him, but he easily caught it.

“I’ve already told you, your virtue is safe. Let me do this; I wouldn’t do it for most.” His eyes were bright and loving as they met mine and he released my hand to give greater attention to my feet. “Enjoy the fact that I hold you dear.”


**FREE TODAY** Hunter by Eden Summers

A seductively thrilling game of cat and mouse destined to leave you breathless.

I’ve been running for ten years – fleeing my past and clawing my way toward an inescapable act of vengeance.

Until he walks into my life, sure and strong and full of secrets.

He dilutes my thirst for retribution with his touch. He obliterates my need for solitude with his kiss. But it’s his hidden agenda that makes the hair on the back of my neck prickle.

He wants something. Something that doesn’t revolve around sweaty skin and tangled silk sheets like he’d have me believe.

I have to stop falling for him, otherwise the last ten years will all be for nothing. I need to keep running, keep fighting for vengeance, even though I know he will track me down.

But trying to escape him is just another problem. Because now I crave the hunt.

I gave this book 5 Fiery Hearts! Read my review here.

And once you finish reading this you can follow it up with book 2, Decker, which I also gave a 5 Fiery Heart review. Then there is book 3, Torian, which I somehow missed, but Mindy gave it 4 Fiery Hearts. Coming out soon will be book 4, Savior. Stay tuned for the cover reveal and additional details.

Review of The Russian Thug: Abducted by the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers #1) by Rie Warren

“I want you. I want your mouth. I want your body.”


Genre: Mafia Romance, Action, Erotica

Length: 320 Pages

POV: Alternating First Person


I am her captor.
Her keeper.
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.

This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.

I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait.

The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

Jennifer’s Review:

*I received this book free from the author.*

Russian Bratva meets Irish Mafia, Krasnov’s vs. O’Sullivan’s, and you can guess who comes out on top.

Kirill is the enforcer for the Russian Bratva. He doesn’t hesitate in getting things done. He’ll take your head for betraying him or kidnap someone whose family is cheating them. It’s all the same to him. Just another’s day work. That is until the him he kidnaps turns out to be a her.

“When you’re in trouble, I will always come for you, malyshka.”

People referred to her as the speculative Irish princess, but she was no princess. She was a slave to her da. Just some piece of chattel. Not to her brothers though. They wanted to protect her. And leaving her with the Russian who kidnapped her was they best way they could do that.

Kirill and Jo had a chemistry that you could feel throughout the pages. Yes, she probably wanted to stab him a time or two, but honestly couldn’t blame her. However, he may have been the enforcer, but even he had boundaries. He was tough, but not once did he mistreat her.

“No man has ever given me the pleasure you just did.”

The Russian Thug: Abducted by the Bratva is an action packed, steamy-hot, and violently graphic book. From the beheadings to the shootings, from the sexual tension (between multiple characters) to the fiery sex scenes, from the mouthy lead female character to the fierce lead male character…what more could I want in a book? Absolutely nothing!

This started the Krasnov Brothers Series off with one hell of a bang and I cannot wait to see what’s next.

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon preorder page. The Russian Thug: Abducted by the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers #1) is scheduled to be released on April 6,2020. 


PROMO: Dream Chasers (Screamcatcher # 2) by Christy J. Breedlove

YA Paranormal & Urban Fantasy, YA Horror – 248 Pages

About the Book:

Seventeen year-old Jory Pike knows a thing or two about Indian lore from her half-blood Chippewa ancestry. She can trap, hunt and fish with the best of them. She has a team of three other teens friends called The Badlands Paranormal Society. Instead of bagging groceries or playing on I-pods, they think they can excel at banishing evil spirits. They hope to cleanse houses and earn fat paychecks for their services.

Dream catchers aren’t just the chic hoops tourists buy at novelty shops–they work. And sometimes they clog up with nightmares until they collapse under their own evil weight, imploding and sending the dreamer into an alternate world. Jory uses her worst nightmare to enter the dream catcher world. She’s pulled her teammates in deliberately. Everything goes right on schedule but they’ve bitten off more than they can chew. Now Jory and her friends are there, trapped between the people who have confessed their sins to the Great Spirit and are seeking a way out, and the monsters and evil spirits, which are happy to keep them trapped in the web world forever.

They were once considered Seekers in the dream world. Now they’ve become vigilantes and call themselves Pathfinders. Is it spiritual enlightenment they after? Or have they now become fatally reckless?


Marie nodded and led them through a sunken living room and up a spiral staircase. As they plodded over the plush carpet, Jory heard a faint tapping sound coming from one of the upstairs bedrooms. The noise increased in volume as they entered a locked door, which Marie opened with a trembling hand. It was the master bedroom. The king-sized bed took up the back wall, flanked by white maple end tables. It included a chest of drawers and a rose-colored porcelain vanity. A nearly three-foot diameter dream catcher sat over the scrolled headboard, hanging by its rim on a decorative hook. The largest one Jory had ever seen.

As the team watched, the dream catcher oscillated, tapping the wall at times and then vibrating into a blur. Jory detected a fetid odor emanating from it that nearly made her gag. Beaded lengths of leather-like strands ended in large, dangling feathers. Jory stepped up to the side of the bed and examined it more closely.

Darcy took out a notepad and poised a pen over the first page. Red-haired, and with a short plump body, she planted her feet firmly with her knees bent. She looked determined and seriously focused.

“The feathers are real,” Jory began, “and they’re a haphazard mixture of genuine owl and eagle feathers, denoting man and woman. The four multicolored gemstones symbolize the four compass directions. The hoop is red nettle stalk and the web strings appear to be leather. It has eight, no, make that seven connection points to the eye.”Jorlene squinted, having difficulty discerning the details. “There are three teeth hanging from each strand and I can’t tell if they are bear or wolf teeth.” She sighed deeply. “It’s really a mess, a true hybrid monstrosity. They added the center feather, which symbolizes the breath of life, probably to make it look busier. The teeth are out of place, replacing ordinary charms.”I’ve seen something like you before.

The dream catcher slapped the wall hard several times and then vibrated again. Jory reached out to touch it and an arc of electricity shot out and snapped inches from her hand. The onlookers reared with a simultaneous jolt. It looked to be protecting itself or threatening them.

Jory grimaced. “I think it knows we’re here.” Even though she was half-blood Chippewa, it acted like it recognized an ancestral spirit link in her. You might have been crafted decades ago, but that means you’re probably filled with white men’s nightmares. What in God’s name infested you?

“What does it all mean?” asked Marie. “Who is it?”

“Well…” Jory blew out a sigh, still staring at the dream catcher. “It’s a mess, with everything but the kitchen sink thrown into it. It’s not fully Ojibway-Chippewa from my ancestry. It stylistically resembles the basic Lakota-Sioux from the 1960s when feathers from the eagle and owl were not yet a protected species. It’s had a lot of additions over the years and was most likely sold as a tourist piece from an original Sioux craftsman.”

Jory faced Marie square on. “Do you know if you are the original owner?” She did not feel that this woman or her husband were responsible for the dream catcher’s haunted behavior. It might have been contributory, though. The catcher acted like it had taken the worst dreams that any persons could conjure up.

“I was told there were a lot of previous owners,” said Marie. “But no details were given about those persons. I didn’t think it was something you’d ask. Do you think I did this? I have had some terrible nightmares, you know. So has my husband.”

“You seem too sweet,” said Choice, buttering her up again. “It’s got some real bad juju from some past owners.”

Correct answer, but there you go again showing off your hunky features and superior intuition. Jory was certain eighteen year-old Choice Daniels was frustrated by the fact that she’d put a halt on their physical intimacy until she turned of legal age. Besides, this assignment was all business. His dark Irish good looks were a magnet to Marie’s eyes of steel. Jory would let him play it out, knowing she’d fallen for him for the same reasons.

“Are you stocked with food and medicines?” asked Darcy.

“It’s all in the refrigerator and cupboards,” said Marie. “Help yourself to anything you need. I’ve also left the check and extra keys on the kitchen counter. If you don’t need me anymore, I’d like to catch my flight.”

Jory gave her a hug and whispered, “We’ll get your house back for you.”

Marie clasped her hands church-like. “Bless you. Bless you all!” She strode from the room, glancing back with a pained expression. Her hurried steps thudded down the staircase. A minute later, the front door slammed.

Just after tapping a dozen times against the wall, the dream catcher dripped a few syrupy globs from the bottom of the hoop. The team members stared at each other. Nothing needed to be said. Their work was cut out for them. There was no respect for the catcher’s true cultural beginnings; it had been an original at one time, crafted with care and love. What now hung before them was a collection of knockoff junk parts, like an old classic Chevy that had been loaded down with aftermarket imitations. Jory could tell what had been added or subtracted. The biggest question concerned the identity of the previous owners. It’s loaded with nasty visions from nasty people. This catcher is in terminal shock, ready to bust loose.


Social Distancing

Social Distancing has its definite drawbacks, but it’s best to try and find the positive. It is giving families more time together. A time for parents to re-bond with their ever-growing children. Maybe just a time to rethink your direction in life. Or get in some much needed relaxation time.

For some it is more stressful. Many have gotten laid off. Unemployment is at an all time high. But at least the government is trying to expedite everyone getting this. I know for some that isn’t much of a relief. All I can say is, “Don’t stress over things you cannot change.”

For me, I always held a great respect for teachers, but now that’s grown immensely. I can honestly say we’ve grown as a family. My children spend more quality time working together instead of fighting. It reminds me that the little things in life are important.

Anyway, I ramble sometimes.

I wanted to let all of you know that we will be adding in some extra promos throughout the next couple months. We get so many requests for reviews every day and never have enough time to get to them all. Normally if the synopsis seems like something I would read (if I had time) I’ll promo it. However, I’ll be adding in a few books that are not my normal genres in case any of you may enjoy them. Plus, I always love helping a fellow indie author if I can.

Happy reading! ~ xoxo Jenn