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Thursday, April 17, 2014


It’s Release Day for THE FALLEN! At the request of a very awesome reader during the Bitten by Books party last December, Keri Lake decided that the story of Xander, the fallen angel introduced in Soul Resurrected, had to be told. This book is a prequel to Soul Avenged, a spinoff of the Sons of Wrath world, but NOT part of the overarching storyline that spans the series. To thank her readers for their continued interest in her books, Keri Lake is offering The Fallen as a FREE download! If you’re new to the Sons of Wrath, this is a great opportunity to acquaint yourself with the dark, dangerous fallen angels and demons that dominate the streets of Detroit.


GENRE: Dark, erotic paranormal romance
Warning: Not recommended for readers under the age of 18 due to graphic violence, sex and strong language.
To catch the Fallen, you have to become the very evil you were bred to slay.
Show loyalty. Be willing to go deep into the gritty underbelly of the world, where the vilest acts of human carnage thrive and seep into your mind like a black poison, consuming every part of you that was once good. Ignore your dark cravings and keep to the most important rule of all: never save the mortals.
This is the life of a Sentinel.
Some call us the toughest angels in the heavens. Unbreakable. But even the strong can break in the face of temptation.
Human females have always been the forbidden fruit for our kind—an enticement I’ve resisted for centuries, until she came along.
Karinna lusts for vengeance.
She wants inside the darkness, where the Fallen own the corrupted streets of Detroit—the perfect bait to take down the biggest crime ring the city has ever known.
I want her. To have her, though, I’ll have to break the rules.
For one taste of the forbidden, I’ll have to commit the most heinous sin of all …
ADD TO YOUR GOODREADS SHELF: The Fallen (A Sons of Wrath Novella, #0.5) Enjoy a short snippet then click the link below to pick up your copy!
Karinna tugged at his grip, as Xander guided her up a winding staircase and came to a stop in front of a dark wooden door, with deep black grooves, that gave off an ominous warning of bad things on the other side. He pushed it open. Awe and horror battled inside her head as she looked around the room. Unlike the relatively normal d├ęcor on the first floor, it did look like something out of the serial killer’s edition of Better Homes & Gardens. Beautiful enough to have her admiring the color scheme. Terrifying enough to leave her contemplating the quickest exit. A large steel cross stood atop a thick brown rug, in the center of the room. Chains hung from the ceiling. Paddles and whips of varying size and shape dangled from the wall. A gun safe, in the same shades of beige and brown, stood off to the side, holding God knew what, considering the rest of the interior design. How very color coordinated. A dungeon that would bring the most sadistic Dom to his knees in tearful appreciation. Guiding her inside the room, Xander kept his eyes on her, as though assessing her reaction. After tossing Karinna onto the bed, he crossed the room to the ominous-looking safe and rifled through its contents. Bolt. Run. The door had been left open. A straight shot. He could be quick, but she’d always been a sprinter. Her tongue thickened, mouth drying as visuals of Texas Chainsaw Massacre passed through her mind. Jesus. What if she picked the wrong door? Would his leather-face doppelganger fly out, swinging? She had no intentions of finding out what lovely little devices he kept inside that safe, either. Before she could talk herself out of it, she jumped up and made a dead run for the door. Yeah, she wanted in. Wanted to find the sick sons of bitches who’d hurt her sister. Being tortured and raped had crossed her mind, though the reality of it smacking her in the face didn’t exactly lead her down the path to acceptance. Being alone with a psychopath out in the middle of nowhere never once played into the many ways she’d contemplated getting in the club, for sure. Shame on her for not having a game-plan for that shit, but c’est la vie, as the saying went, no sense beating herself up over it. Fuck this. The steady thud of his boots disappeared to frightening silence. She glanced over her shoulder, fear strangling her breaths at the long, dark and empty hallway. A wall of muscle smashed her cheek and knocked her back a step. Out of instinct, Karinna hammered his throat and punched his face, throwing his head to the side. He growled. Shit. Growled? Only beastly things growled. Arms gripped around her waist, and he hefted her over his shoulder, as he’d done back at the club. Karinna screamed. As long and as loud as she could, she screamed until the rasp stole her voice. Now she’d done it. Pissed him off.

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Keri Lake is a married mother of two living in Michigan. By day, she tries to make use of the degrees she’s earned in science. By night, she writes paranormal romance, urban fantasy and likes to craft the occasional tragic love story. Though novels tend to be her focus, she also writes short stories and flash fiction whenever distraction manages to suck her in to the Land of Shiny Things. When she isn’t toiling away on plots and protagonists, she enjoys reading, music and travel. If she could create mystical powers for herself, she’d have the ability to flash to anywhere in the world. And if she could flash to anywhere in the world at this very moment, she’d be staring at the ocean from her adirondack chair on the shores of North Carolina. She loves hearing from readers …



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***~MY REVIEW~***
"I will carve my fantasies into your flesh and rape all five of your senses, if you don't show me. Now."
The fuck Keri?! I was not prepared for The Fallen, even though Ms. Lake gave ample warning when we talked ARC. This level of mind fuckery, hasn't come around in quite awhile for me and trust me when I say, I welcomed it with open arms! I'm a big fan of this author, this series and then you go and toss in the word angel around, fallen no less, umm...yah, I'm there! I'll admit, it wasn't an insta-love kind of thing. I never once disliked the MCs but I didn't quite connect with them either. I was unsure of Karinna and at one point I feared Xander was destined to be just another alpha douche (hot, but a douche nonetheless). Even then, I pressed forward all due to the storytelling. I was curious, pulled into the world even before I was sold on the characters that played there.
Oh but when I fell, I fell HARD. I was indifferent towards Xander...blinked...then was ready to have his little cherubs! ;-) When I say he's the complete Many authors try their hand at kink and let's be honest, the levels of kink vary greatly so I won't even attempt to classify that particular aspect of the book. Unfortunately, a lot of dominant alpha type books fall short for me. I get the pull, I do, but unless there's a heart under all that bitch-ass-ness, I can't be bothered. As his layers were pealed back, one by one, he became the perfect male lead for me and I think he'll fit the bill for you too!
When it comes to urban fantasy/paranormal romance, there is nothing better than a just when you think you don't type of vibe. Ms. Lake took that idea to a whole 'nother level. Oh how I love those jaw dropping moments. This is a world of angels, fallen and otherwise, not to mention a seedy underground cesspool of human trafficking and then some.
Take heed to the warnings provided by the author. This is a dark urban fantasy/paranormal romance that contains scenes that may be outside of your comfort zone (rape, torture and various degrees of kink). ENJOY!!!

Monday, April 7, 2014






From the wrong side of the tracks...

Alyson Blake had learned early on that the only one she could depend on was herself. The only light in her life was a boy whom everyone agreed was destined for prison; but with his first kiss, he had set her soul on fire. Since the day the police dragged him away in handcuffs, she had managed to lead a quiet life, but when she attends an event fraught with mayhem, trouble resurfaces.

The one person she can’t forget...

Jamison Weston is the kind of guy dads load their shotguns for; endowed with a hot temper and a rap sheet as long as both tattooed arms. Known as “The Judge,” Jami’s hot temper, lethal fists, and cocky attitude have earned him respect and admiration both in and out of the ring. But just when he thinks he’s pummeled his past to death, Alyson Blake reenters his life.

Two paths collide…

After years of separation, Alyson is eager to reexplore the man who’s never left her thoughts, but for Jamison, she’s both the distraction he wants, but doesn’t need. As the two embark on a relationship that neither of them expected or bargained for, an outside threat closes in. When Alyson crosses the line of professionalism and takes her work home with her, her life is put in danger, leaving Jamison with no choice but to once again step in and become her protector.


J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.

Brandi Salazar lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.

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