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Bayou Heat, Tome 11 & 12 : Hakan/Severin Bayou Heat, Tome 11 & 12 : Hakan/Severin
Laura Wright    Alexandra Ivy   
PROLOGUE

Hiss wasn’t stupid.
He realized that most Pantera considered him crazy. Why wouldn’t they? No one could possibly understand his obsessive refusal to believe that his family had been killed when he was just a babe.
But now they considered him more than just insane.
He was a danger.
A traitor.
The knowledge burned at him like acid on his soul.
This wasn’t what he wanted. He’d never intended to betray his people, or to work with his enemies. But what choice had the elders left him?
Pacing the private room at the back of the medical clinic that kept him separated from the rest of the building, Hiss came to an abrupt halt as he caught a familiar scent.
Ah. Speak of the devil.
Or devils, as the case may be.
The elders.
A fierce smile curved his lips as he moved to stand directly in front of the door.
He’d waited for this moment for the past sixty years.
Ever since he’d been old enough to realize that the endless dreams he had of a pretty, dark-haired female clutching a child in her arms were more than just nightmares.
Even now he could remember the wild fear that had combusted through him as he’d rushed to the elders, convinced that he was having visions of his mother and sister. He’d been desperate to begin an immediate search for his family, but the elders had refused to send out the Hunters to track them down. Hell, they wouldn’t even let him go in search of them.
Instead, they’d locked him in a small cell so he couldn’t leave the Wildlands, claiming his parents and sister had died during a trip to New Orleans and his refusal to believe they were dead proved he was belatedly grieving their loss.
Bitches.
He’d been waiting for some sort of leverage to force the ancient females to tell him the truth of his missing family. And now, at last, he had it.
Outside the door he could hear the muted voices of the elders as they shared a private conversation. His hands clenched, his claws slicing out to draw blood as they carved through his palm.
No doubt they were discussing how they were going to try to force information out of him without offering any in return.
Not. Going. To. Happen.
Even if he was going to be executed as a traitor, he intended to have the truth before he died.
Intent on trying to overhear the conversation from the outer hallway, Hiss didn’t notice the sound of a window being opened behind him.
It wasn’t until he caught the distinct scent of expensive cologne that he whirled around to discover a tall, human male standing a few feet behind him.
Hiss instinctively widened his stance, his fangs elongating as he prepared for an attack.
“Who the hell are you?” he growled.
The man smiled, his dark hair smoothed from his lean face and his blue eyes oddly compelling.
“A friend,” he assured Hiss in a posh English accent.
Hiss curled his upper lip, flicking a disdainful glance over the slender form that was attired in a smoke gray suit that probably cost over a grand.
“I don’t have human friends,” he informed the intruder, his eyes narrowed.

END OF EXCERPT

Source: http://alexandraivy.com/books/hakan.php

par Jenna
Calendar Girl, Tome 11 : Novembre Calendar Girl, Tome 11 : Novembre
Audrey Carlan   
Avant dernier tome de la série que j’ai fini un peu plus tôt ce jour. Malgré des lectures en montagnes russes depuis son commencement (un coup j’aime, l’autre d’après pas du tout), je persiste tous les mois à poursuivre mes lectures, poussée par ma curiosité de découvrir l’issue finale.

Dans le cadre de sa chronique mensuelle pour l’émission « Vivre en beauté », Mia se rend ce mois-ci à New York. Avec l’approche de Thanksgiving, elle souhaite interroger célébrités et anonymes pour leur demander en quoi ils sont reconnaissants. Accompagnée de Wes, elle va notamment interviewer deux de ses anciens clients, désormais devenus ses amis : Anton, le rappeur Latin Lover, et Mason, le champion de base ball. Ce sera pour elle l’occasion de joindre l’utile à l’agréable tout en gardant un œil sur Wes qui poursuit sa lente guérison. Mia en profitera également pour retrouver sa famille afin de célébrer Thanksgiving avec eux, tous réussis pour la première fois.
Novembre pourrait bien réserver quelques surprises à Mia.

Maintenant que Mia a quitté son rôle d’escort, on peut enfin découvrir sa véritable nature. Elle se révèle généreuse, attentionnée et passionnée. Même si elle reste toujours très obsédée par sa libido, elle est tout de même moins frivole. Pour moi, qui n’avais pas apprécié cet aspect exacerbé de sa personnalité tout au long de l’année, je dois dire que c’est agréable de la voir sous un nouveau jour. On avait déjà pu entrevoir certaines de ses qualités par le passé et je suis contente de les retrouver. Mia prend un peu plus de consistance et n’en devint que plus intéressante.
Wes, quant à lui, se débat toujours avec ses démons. Même si sa thérapie semble l’avoir apaisé, il continue toujours de faire des cauchemars. Le traumatisme qu’il a subi semble aussi avoir mis au jour un nouvel aspect de son caractère : la jalousie. Il parait beaucoup moins sûr de lui. C’est aussi ce manque de confiance qui le pousse à vouloir tracer son avenir et à tout programmer dans l’urgence. Il souffre d’insécurité. Cela le rend à la fois touchant à cause de son désarroi mais également un peu énervant. Ce besoin de contrôle peut s’avérer étouffant par moments.
Coté écriture, même si certains passage du texte se sont révélés émouvants, notamment lors des interviews des anonymes ou encore des retrouvailles familiales, ce onzième livre reste encore un peu plat. Les quelques rebondissements ne suffisent pas à lui donner suffisamment de profondeur. Malgré le faible nombre de pages, j’ai eu du mal à me plonger dans l’histoire. J’ai dû faire plusieurs pauses au cours de ma lecture. Toutefois, je dois dire que la future mission de Mia pour le mois de décembre m’intrigue. Je me pose des questions et at ai déjà quelques scénarios possibles en tête. Avoir le mois prochain si j’ai vu juste ou non.
Au final, malgré une lecture un peu compliquée, je suis curieuse de lire le dernier tome de cette longue série. Je veux savoir où l’auteure va conduire Mia et ce qu’elle lui réserve. Et puis après avoir tenu onze mois avec des hauts et des bas, ce serait dommage d’abandonner maintenant. A suivre donc…
Bayou Heat, Tome 7 & 8 : Sebastian/Aristide Bayou Heat, Tome 7 & 8 : Sebastian/Aristide
Laura Wright    Alexandra Ivy   
PROLOGUE

The small cabin with a thatched roof wasn’t a traditional prison. There were no bars. No locks. No uniformed guards.
Instead, it was hidden on an isolated island in the Wildlands, surrounded by thick, untamed foliage and a treacherous bog that could kill the unwary. Just outside the door, several large Pantera in cat form stood on constant guard. But it was the magic of the elders which ensured that no one was going in or out of the small structure.
It was a place that only a handful of Pantera even realized existed. They didn’t need to know, because it was where those Pantera who lost control of their cats and became feral were taken to be put to death.
Not precisely a tourist attraction.
Today, however, it housed a far more dangerous predator than a crazed panther.
The ultimate evil.
And the Wildlands would never be the same.

***

Inside the cabin, Shakpi sat on the narrow cot that was the only furnishing in the room.
She didn’t care about the stifling heat, or the bugs that crawled over the dirt floor.
In fact, she rejoiced in them.
After what felt like an eternity of being trapped beneath the Wildlands, she had broken out of the prison her sister, Opela, had created by sacrificing her own life. Now she savored the sensation of freedom.
Oh, she hadn’t entirely escaped. Opela’s magic had effectively bound her to this land…the bitch. But over the past century, Shakpi had slowly and patiently weakened the edges of the prison. Once she could touch the world, she began calling her human slaves, using them to spread her infection that started the slow destruction of the Wildlands. As her power grew she could begin to manipulate the Pantera themselves, using them as pawns in their own annihilation.
Still, she remained stuck, her incorporeal form trapped by her sister’s spell.
It wasn’t until the Shaman had started to use his skills to contact his ancestors that she realized she could tap into his connection to the dead. Carefully she began infusing a small part of herself into the human male. The spell that had held her captive was meant to recognize the power of a goddess, not a human. She was slowly camouflaging herself in the guise of the Shaman.
It’d taken years. But Shakpi had learned to be patient. Even when the Shaman had seemingly disappeared just when she was prepared to complete her transformation. She knew he would return.
Her destiny was to rule the world.
It was written in the stars.
And her faith had been rewarded. Just a few hours ago the man had reappeared in the Wildlands, arrogantly opening himself to her possession. Fool.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t quite anticipated the downside of being sheathed in a human form.
Not until she’d been so rudely attacked by the Pantera.
It was only then that she realized that while she was immortal, her new body was vulnerable to damage. Which was the only reason she was currently trapped in the cabin instead of destroying the bastards who’d dared to try and kill her.
Thankfully she was able to use her powers to hold off the initial rush of Pantera, managing to kill at least a half dozen before they’d driven her into this tiny cell and retreated.
No doubt they were even now debating how to kill a goddess without losing more of their warriors, but Shakpi wasn’t particularly worried. At least not about escaping from the cabin. She had telepathically linked with one of her disciples who was swiftly approaching to release her.

END OF EXCERPT

Source: http://alexandraivy.com/books/sebastian.php

par Jenna
Calendar Girl, Tome 9 : Septembre Calendar Girl, Tome 9 : Septembre
Audrey Carlan   
J'ai trouvé ce tome vraiment long et inutile. C'était assez ennuyeux de voir Mia tourner en rond et jouer les victimes... Bof j'ai pas du tout accroché à ce tome...
Quand aux mésaventure de Wes a paraît vraiment trop gros pour être crédible... STOP on arrête tout ce massacre svp
Bayou Heat, Tome 3 & 4 : Bayon/Jean-Baptiste Bayou Heat, Tome 3 & 4 : Bayon/Jean-Baptiste
Laura Wright    Alexandra Ivy   
The Legend of Opela and Shakpi

Deep beneath the bayou, Shakpi stirred in the darkness of her prison. For centuries she’d been trapped beneath the choking layers of magic. Her sister, Opela’s, last gift to her beloved Pantera.
Ancient fury surged through her, sending out shockwaves that shook the land above her. It was all the fault of those damned cats.
In the beginning, it was just her and Opela. Twin sisters born of magic, meant to rule the world. They had done everything together, never needing anyone else.
Then Opela became obsessed with her desire for children. She’d claimed that there was no point of existence if she couldn’t possess creatures to love. Without thought for anyone but herself, Opela created a new race, the Pantera, to call her children.
Shakpi had done everything in her power to stop her sister. They’d had each other. Why did they need anyone else? But Opela had refused to listen to her pleas, instead lavishing her love and devotion on her Pantera.
Consumed with envy, Shakpi had plotted to kill the freaks of nature. Mortal creatures weren’t meant to be blessed with Opela’s magic. Or given the ability to shift into puma form. They were an abomination that had to be destroyed.
She’d been confident that her sister would understand her desire to return to the life they’d had before. A time when they’d both been happy. Together.
Born to destroy, Shakpi was unable to create her own children to act as instruments of her revenge. Instead she infected humans with her malevolent toxin, giving them the power to spread it among the bayou, destroying the magic that gave the Pantera their power.
How could she possibly have suspected her sister would make the ultimate sacrifice? That Opela would use her life-force to entrap Shakpi in this tomb to save her children?
But the bitch had underestimated Shakpi.
After centuries of being locked in stasis, her tentacles were at last reaching beyond her prison, touching the weak, the desperate, and the greedy.
Her infection was spreading and this time nothing would stop her from destroying her enemies…

CHAPTER 1

The Wildlands deep in the bayous of Louisiana would never be considered a place of peace.
The magical land of the Pantera was filled with puma shape shifters who had all the aggression of their animal nature plus the usual volatile emotions of their human nature. It was a combination that encouraged plenty of passion and conflict. Which meant that more than a little blood had been shed over the centuries.
But never before had there been enemies capable of slipping past the Wildlands’ borders to directly attack the Pantera.
The shockwaves were still rippling through the gathered Pantera as Bayon raced to the edge of their territory. He couldn’t help Raphael, who remained with his pregnant mate, Ashe. He had no talent for healing or for combating the mystic evil that was trying to destroy the babe she carried.
Bayon was a Hunter. A tall, golden haired man with eyes that fluctuated from leaf green to deep gold when he was aroused, and the solid muscles of a warrior. His talent was tracking down the bastards who dared to come into his homeland, and destroying them.
Well, first he intended to torture them. Slowly. Painfully. He needed to know who they were and if they were actually disciples of Shakpi, the Pantera’s ancient enemy.
First, however, he had to complete his current mission for Raphael.
He slowed his blinding speed as he neared the private house that was practically hidden among the weeping willows.
Most Pantera preferred to live in the main community with their various factions. There were the Diplomats who dealt with all things political, including their network of spies, as well as the Geeks who performed their magic with computers. There were the Nurturers who had built one of the world’s finest medical facilities as they searched for the reason the Pantera had lost the ability to procreate. There were the elders who were the ultimate rulers of the magical race of puma shifters, and their spiritual leaders.
And then there were the Hunters.
The warriors who protected their people with a ruthless efficiency.
There were, however, a few Pantera who sought isolation.
Parish, the leader of the Hunters, had lived in the caves at the far side of the Wildlands after his sister had been killed by humans. Everyone had understood his need to mourn in private.
Bayon didn’t know what had driven Jean-Baptiste, one of their finest Healers, to shut himself off from his family and live so far from everyone else, and he had no intention of asking. Pantera might live as a tight-knit community, but that only meant they had to have firm boundaries when it came to privacy. Shoving your nose in someone’s business was a good way to get it snapped off.
Vaulting onto the wraparound porch of Jean-Baptiste’s cabin, Bayon slammed his fist against the heavy wooden door, frowning when no one answered.
Dammit. He knew Jean-Baptiste was inside.
So why the hell was he ignoring him?
“Jean-Baptiste,” he growled, his voice edged with impatience. He didn’t have time for this shit. “I know you’re in there. Open the fucking door.”
A string of ugly curses reverberated through the cabin before the door was yanked open to reveal a six foot plus, male Pantera with dark brown hair that hit below his jawline, and eyes a peculiar shade of amber. He was dressed like Bayon in faded jeans and shit-kickers with a white T-shirt pulled over his leanly muscled torso. But unlike Bayon, he was wearing a heavy leather jacket that covered the numerous tats that Bayon had only glimpsed from a distance. Oh, and he had the sort of piercings that made him look like he should be in a motorcycle gang, not walking the halls of a hospital.
“What the hell?” Jean-Baptiste snarled.
“You’re needed.”
The amber eyes narrowed. “Why?”
Bayon’s hands clenched, the raw fury still pulsing through him. “Raphael’s mate was attacked.”
It was obvious the news hadn’t yet reached the Healer. “Where?”
“Here. In the Wildlands.”
Jean-Baptiste jerked in shock at Bayon’s blunt explanation, the air prickling with his angry disbelief.
“Impossible.”
Jean-Baptiste was right. It should have been impossible.
Which only pissed off Bayon more.

END OF EXCERPT

Source: http://alexandraivy.com/books/bayon.php

par Jenna
Calendar Girl, Tome 7 : Juillet Calendar Girl, Tome 7 : Juillet
Audrey Carlan   
http://www.my-bo0ks.com/2017/07/calendar-girl-juillet-audrey-carlan.html

Après un mois de juin des plus surprenants, nous retrouvons Mia, en compagnie du latin lover : Anton. Embauchée pour être la femme séductrice de son clip, leur collaboration va s’avérer bien différente de ce à quoi Mia nous a habitué. Une complicité va se dévoiler et le retour d’un personnage crucial va faire pencher la balance !

Après les évènements du tome précédent, j’attendais vraiment Juillet pour voir comment Mia allait évoluer et savoir si les choses allaient vite être relayées au second plan ou au contraire, exploitées comme il se doit. Si dans les premières lignes j’ai eu quelques frayeurs, finalement, Audrey Carlan nous offre là un développement concernant le traumatisme de Mia. Et j’ai envie de dire : ENFIN !

Les nouveaux personnages de ce mois-ci, sont tout aussi attachant ! Peut-être même plus que les derniers mois. Ils m’ont rappelé Mase et Rachel ou encore Tony et Hector. Non pas pour leur relation amoureuse, mais pour la complicité et le côté amical avec Mia.

Juillet est sous le signe des prises de conscience. Tant au niveau du passé qu’au niveau des prises de décisions quant à son avenir. La présence de Mister Janvier n’est pas sans conséquence et j’ai là aussi envie de dire : ENFIN !

Un mois de Juillet à la hauteur de mes attentes, j’ai hâte de voir de quoi il retourne concernant le cow-boy d’Août !

par Carole94P
Créatures des ténèbres, Tome 4 : Forgé dans les flammes Créatures des ténèbres, Tome 4 : Forgé dans les flammes
Jacquelyn Frank   
Je n'étais pas emballée par ce tome car Anhvil était en retrait jusqu'à présent,je ne m'étais donc pas attaché à ce personnage. Mais quelle bonne surprise, j'ai A-DO-RÉ!!!! Ce tome est extrêmement prenant, les personnages sont finalement attachants, Kat est un ptit bout de bonne femme plein d'énergie et Anhvil se "découvre" à son contact, ils forment un couple très attendrissant! Et puis on en apprend plus sur le monde des nocturnes, et la suite promet d'être riche et pleine de rebonfissements, j'ai vraiment hâte!!!!

par sylise
Calendar Girl, Tome 5 : Mai Calendar Girl, Tome 5 : Mai
Audrey Carlan   
Un bon tome ! J'ai beaucoup aimé les shooting photos et son partenaire de photo est juste à croquer ! J'ai beaucoup aimé découvrir une nouvelle culture grâce à Tai et la partie sur les tatouages m'a beaucoup touché !

par Albaluchi
Créatures des ténèbres, Tome 2 : Amour éternel Créatures des ténèbres, Tome 2 : Amour éternel
Jacquelyn Frank   
J'ai préféré ce second tome au premier, notamment sur le rythme du récit mais je pense que j'ai rencontré des problème à la lecture du premier tome et je pense que c'est du à la mise en place de l'univers. Donc c'est la suite des aventures des changecorps avec dans ce second tome Jackson alias Ménès et de Marissa. Ce premier doit apprendre à vivre dans ce nouvel univers; il doit s'adapter et fusionner avec Ménès. D'ailleurs ce dernier ayant tout de suite saisi que Jackson avec des sentiments pour Marissa, qu'il y avait comme attirance électrique entre les deux voit en Marissa la personne la plus apte a hébergé sa reine. Ménès et Jack vont devoir faire beaucoup et multiplier les efforts pour la conquête de cette femme va nous mener à la lecture de scènes intenses et palpitante entre ces 2 fortes personnalités. De plus les adversaires de ces derniers vont libérer une sorte de dieu indestructible qui souhaite répandre la souffrance et le malheur. Un tome riche, bien mené et écrit avec une grande pertinence. On comprend que la suite va nous faire découvrir de nouvelles espèces de nocturnes, donc à décovrir.
Calendar Girl, Tome 3 : Mars Calendar Girl, Tome 3 : Mars
Audrey Carlan   
Après un avis plutôt mitigé du mois de Février, j’avais néanmoins hâte de découvrir ce nouveau mois. Suite à un Live Facebook avec l’auteur Mars faisait l’unanimité et malgré ma déception face à certain choix de Mia, je souhaitais laisser le temps à l’intrigue de poser ses bases. Et heureusement, car ce tome est sensiblement différent et bien meilleur que le précédent, tant par ses personnages, que son intrigue.

Mia montre encore une fois une nouvelle image et son retour à Las Vegas n’est pas étranger à mon appréciation. Ce tome nous dévoile la vraie facette de Mia, la voir dans son élément avec sa meilleure amie et sa sœur, m’a rappelé ce qui m’avait tellement séduite lorsque j’ai lu le premier opus de cette série, on ressent l’enjeu de ses sacrifices et on voit le poids que son père fait peser sur elle.

Étrangement le format court de m’a pas autant dérangé que les tomes précédents et j’ai trouvé qu’Audrey Carlan avait réussi à parfaitement doser la visite à Las Vegas pour nous en montrer suffisamment pour mieux connaître Mia et son séjour à Chicago n’est pas précipité pour autant. On prend le temps de découvrir Anthony son nouveau client et j’ai trouvé que l’auteur avait tiré son épingle du jeu en proposant un tome qui s’éloigne de ce qu’elle nous avait proposé jusqu’ici et sans pourtant être vide. On découvre un bel italien, qui a besoin de Mia et j’ai tout de suite été sous le charme de l’environnement et les personnages secondaires m’ont tout de suite donné envie de m’immerger dans leur quotidien.

Tout ce que j’avais pu entendre concernant ce tome, s’est révélé bien meilleur que tout ce dont j’aurais pu imaginer. Sans conteste mon préféré de la série et on peut dire que même si l’abandon m’avait effleuré à la fin du tome précédent, ce n’est plus prévu au programme. Un tome touchant, beaucoup plus abouti et qui se savoure. Personnellement je n’étais pas une grande fan de Mia, mais je trouve que ses rencontres au fil des tomes sont bénéfiques à son personnage et lui apporte beaucoup humainement.

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par Luxnbooks